January Small Stones # 29


Canopies of trees have burst their buds.

testing, is it time to blossom?

to herald the coming green?

listen . . . no barren avenues today

the air orchestrated with birdsong.

blackbirds call from the horse chestnut roof

wives chime replies from birch spires.

a lilting debate about whether it’s time.

whether it’s the weather yet

or the risk of a frozen February mist.

begin early, there may be three nest-full’s

hatching this year. three full nests?

that’s an awful lot of work

 but a full of bounty of worm, who can resist?

My lovely friend Isadora, a talented poet http://insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/

suggested that I submit this poem here http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/

10 thoughts on “January Small Stones # 29

  1. I wonder sometimes how creatures do know it’s the “right” time – when Nature seems to be ahead of herself, and it may not be safe. Your poem painted a picture in my mind.

    1. Good morning dear! Thank you for the suggestion, I think … I’ve just done it! 🙂
      Have a lovely day whatever you get up to, I’m off to work shortly, tatty bye Gx

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