Posted in Art and Craft, birds, composite, Elsinore, My brain, Nature, scenery, tagged bare trees, black and white, feathers, grey, harbingers, hope, orange, robins, snow, spring, time, waiting, what comes next on 2 February, 2015| Leave a Comment »
At the stroke of ten, on Groundhog’s Day
In swirled the flock of robins
They
Startled starlings, scattered squirr’ls,
They
Stalked around the raspberry canes,
They
Perched and preened while
Peering about — was it time?
Was it, was it,
Is it time?
They
Must have flown all Imbolc night
Though sleet and ice
And here they are, and there, and over there, so probably
This
This is as good a time as any.
Posted in tactless observations, tagged birds, eggs, eggshells, fight club, mulch, nature red in tooth and claw, robins, rocks on 16 June, 2012| 2 Comments »
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