Posted on January 13, 2010 at 10:14
Sparrows cheeping, once again
In the vacant, winter tree.
Fine flakes of snow, buffeted by wind
Swirl and curl, racing around the glowing light
Of the adjacent street lamp -
A swarming species of frost hardy fire-flies.
A starling hops on board the good ship Hornbeam,
But surely not at this time of year?
The tree an orphanage for the motley and fluffy,
Refugees from the empty fields and hills.
A blue tit now - hopping, bopping, this way… Continue