Buzzards sail above my head
The coldest star in the west
Black buds swell on the Ash
Mist gathers the river
Fieldfare row through the air
Oblate moon climbs in the East
Owl folds over the hedge
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
The church tower crows
Drifting black kites
In organised rows
Revelling in the heights
Why do they fly?
Just for the love of it
Why do they cry?
To let us all know of it
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC