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
Birdsong
Posts Tagged ‘Morning’
Morning – By Paul Holland (Again)
Posted in Animals, Art, Poetry, poetry, france, burkha, Scotland, Spain, tagged "Poetry",, Beauty, Birdsong, Ireland, Life, Morning, Nature, Northern Ireland, Outdoors, Poems, Rambling, Spain, Walking, World War 1 on August 5, 2014| 5 Comments »
Morning Coffee On My Doorstep – By Paul Holland
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Birds, Breakfast, Coffee, Morning, Poems, Spain, Swallows, Swifts on September 2, 2013| 9 Comments »
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
Gasp.
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