Posts Tagged ‘Morning’

Bluebell frillary

Shoots of Barley on the hillcrest field

Wet dripping barbed wire

Silver slivers of cold Spring light

Through a disorder of branches

A palette  of greens

Smatterings of shade

Brown muddy boots

And from everywhere


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I’ve awoke to a mizzly day of low cloud
The sky is pockled
As the night sky with stars,
So here with Swifts and Swallows
And Martins whirling overhead.
The rain seems to have them out of wack
Hundreds cling
To the plaster of a nearby house,
As others wheel

To and from a large fir
Then for reasons unknown
All take flight
And that universe breathes in
And I

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