Call of the Cuckoo - Richard Jefferies Reimagined #8
Have you heard a Cuckoo this year ...
Call of the Cuckoo
Tag: cuckoo
April Morning
A Calendar of Haiku - April
Sunshine streams through the bedroom window; curtains blow gently in the morning air and dust motes caught for a moment - shine like tiny golden stars.
The Magic of Birdsong
The Magic of Birdsong: A fine fresh morning - the sun streaming through the bedroom window - slightly open, the red and white gingham curtains moving gently in the morning air - dust motes caught for a moment - faerie dust, shining like tiny golden stars; the incessant chatter of House Sparrow and the garbled chuckling, whistling and mimicry of Starling from the cottage eaves and chimney pots; Green Woodpecker laughing from the nearby Ash; And Cuckoo calling from the copse across the fields - a Messiaen symphony. The scent of early spring - apple blossom and garden flowers in the warming sun. A heady romance. A childhood memory as real now as it was then - For this moment at least I am transported - there in the trees and fields around - what is that if not magic ... the magic of birdsong.
