April 2013

Early morning, time to break the fast – for all of us…

Blackbird cocks an ear:
quick hop, golden dart of beak.
Breakfast on the run



Ooh, still very cold, no growth yet, not really Spring at all. 

Sheep delegation:
piteous and deafening;
theyre asking for food.



Still very cold and wild, nothing growing yet – but wait!

On south and west banks,
primrose bloom out of that wind.
Bright splash in bareness.



The woods are still in Winter mode, quiet, the forks of all the branches piled with needles, like so many nests…

Upstretched twiggy hands
catch pine needles in soft clumps.
Countless Sts. Kevin.