This, another of my early haiku, and an old favourite. Watching the stars, listening to the day become evening, then night; the twinkling of cottage lights appearing one by one on the distant hillsides-yellow stars, fallen from the violet, not-quite-black, sky. High up, unseen, a lone Curlew calls ...
After a period of silence, not hearing them since February, when a few warm days encouraged us out, the Blackbird have started to sing again.
early morning
in greening woods
blackbird sing
Sounds of Silence - Cameos of Birdlife #5
The snow has gone now but in the last few days before spring the snow blew in with a vengeance - walking up the lane, my footsteps the only sound; my footprints just a shadow. But then a Wren sang ...
a lull between cars
through the gap in the curtains
filigree wildness
@Dru_Marland @CallMeMoNow Love the poem. During lockdown the goats on the Great Orme had the freedom of Llandudno wandering the streets at will. Now the tourists are back they’ve found it too brash for their liking so have (socially) distanced themselves back to the quieter rocky outcrops.
#Siskin are still occasionally visiting the garden feeders. The fledgling #Magpie are almost fully grown. And today also saw the first fledgling #GreatSpottedWoodpecker at the feeders being fed by Dad.
A warm summer’s evening ...
yellowhammer—
singing for his supper
bread no cheese
#yellowhammer #haiku #EnidBlyton
