
I heard your squealing
delighted to see you back
over our rooftops
~
n.b. Later and fewer this year. Heard and seen 14/05/2022z
CLP 15/05/2022
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
I heard your squealing
delighted to see you back
over our rooftops
~
n.b. Later and fewer this year. Heard and seen 14/05/2022z
CLP 15/05/2022
it's nearly midnight
there is too much of it now
they sing all night long
~
n.b. Not that I’m objecting to birdsong.
CLP 14/05/2022
last owl
first blackbird
ruffled wren
crow drifts from stricken oak
gull sets down by upturned bin
starlings strung out overhead
puffed up pigeon pursuing hen
sparrows cluster
blue tit picking cherry blossom
woodpecker working through the park
mallard mutters while wandering past
robin sings to robin across the path
oh! happiness of goldfinches
~
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Thirteen: living with hope in your heart.
CLP 13/04/2022
sharp red berries
spilled from urgent beaks
mashed underfoot
sweet yellow paste
tentative young wasp
~
CLP 11/08/2021
when it’s been really hot
like today, close to the mid-point of June
eventually the blue begins to thin
as if mixed with a few drops of white spirit
.
the air moves a little faster
adding cool to shade
under the solitary oak
crowning the rise
.
arrhythmic sounds of a distant road backwash
strangely vigorous mid-afternoon songs of blackbirds
who call as if expecting rain
but it won’t, not yet
.
there is no accumulation of clouds
over the Blackdown Hills
just the wind seasoned by a dash of brine
chilled through months of swirling winter tides
.
provoked, other birds respond, goldfinches
keening for respite from potential drought
trying to sweet -talk moisture from the sky
to fill the hard-set hoof prints and tyre-track hollows
.
to soften the soil and freshen pasture
to fill the brook now wearing a skin
that barely covers its old bones
its smoothed stones lie dry, matted green
.
heading west into the breeze
every feather extended to the full
a buzzard floats along the hedge
then shifts its path toward the wood
.
I sit against the towering trunk
spine aligned to its hard rutted bark
listen to the plaintive songs
wonder at how fast my sixty years have gone
great crested grebes dance
like that Sunday afternoon
when our hearts dove-tailed
~
n.b. Somewhat hidden by the willow branches, but they are there…promise.
CLP 12/04/2021
Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk.
People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and a large seal has come up river from the sea to nose around the old wharfside.
Daffodils, primroses jostle for attention, bluebells are preparing to make an entrance.
A day to savour. Not the end of Lockdown 3, but a step towards another way of living.
~
n.b. And I have just seen two bats spinning by my windows.
~
CLP 29/03/2021
particular birds
enjoy the sites from these heights
starlings shimmering
~
n.b. None on view here. I was just remembering.
~
CLP 19/03/2021
Two is company
and that is all that’s needed
to halve a problem
~
n.b. Thank you for the walk SC.
CLP 11/03/2021
There was no need to exceed the boundaries of my home today. Mend and make do with what food I found.
There is a whole world out there, I know, but most of it is closed and I had plenty of work here.
To bed at 01:00 GMT. I hear birds singing on the hillside, city lights confusing their rhythms.
~
CLP 03/03/2021