Red bird of winter

Every morning you call to me. Long after the leaves have fallen, you still come to perch on thorny branches. Today your song is a reproach: tsk, tsk. I couldn’t sleep again. I rise from bed, my hip aching and watch you pick your way, through frozen tufts of grass. […]

Twilight

Soft comes the hush of eventide And songbirds hide In limbs of budded trees To bid farewell to setting sun With lullabies they’ve sung Each night for centuries. A lark is winging swiftly home – Black dot alone – Beneath auroral clouds. All nature makes a homeward rush As twilight’s […]