Listen - there he is - singing now from the hawthorn at the edge of the wood; ‘chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff, chiff‘, the thin notes hanging in the air - the arrival of Spring ...
cold easterly the double notes of a chiffchaff
Along the river bank under the boughs, cows graze placidly; a chiffchaff calls ...
By a Brook in Winter - A fresh fall of snow overnight. I walk in a winter landscape: the green fields mantled white; the blackish branches of willow and ash, edged white, starkly outlined, against the morning light; mirrored in the dark brown-grey of the brook; the distant woods a purple haze against the blue-grey snow clouds above. My footsteps the only sound.
First signs of Spring ...
winter sun—
lambs’ tails atremble
in the hedge
#haiku #Spring
a white dog in a red tartan coat
@MarcieDWessels Beautifully evocative Marcie. The ‘patchwork quilt’ has two meanings for me - describing the patterning of the fields even in winter but also takes me back to my childhood when I had a patchwork quilt and at bedtime I could hear the crows going to roost. Thanks for sharing.
Oh I so love this painting. Here’s a #haiku to go with it ...
following the crows the way home
Good Day!
As The Crow Flies By Jo Grundy
