May 2021

One chaffinch on the bird feeder, continuously cheep-ing…

The chaffinch’s song:
an insistent mono-tone,
belies its plumage.



Another storm…

The morning stream roars
the news of last night’s deluge.
The chaffinch silenced.



The swifts are back…

Excited return,
swifts boomerang high above.
All the joys of Spring.




Silky young leaves hiss,
Chestnut candles are snuffed out,
The winds’s rampaging.