on branches still bare
wood pigeons roost above
busy nesting wrens
on branches still bare
wood pigeons roost above
busy nesting wrens
a congregation
all species of birds commune
in flutter and chirp
two stir crazy cats
look out on a rainy day
happy dog splashing
a very wet day
the noise of rain on perspex
roof, so distracting
children returning
to school, many feet sploshing
through happy puddles
crocuses, purple
white and gold circle a
silver birch, sublime
today we are back
to cold, grey, emerging like
grubs, spring’s first pickings
I asked how’s business
a taxi driver told me slow
his cab is so clean
there are cars again
kids roaring engines, shredding
tyres, ripping tarmac
venturing outside
beyond crocus-skirted trees
enjoying the sun
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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