"fieldfare" poems
After the rain settles
the Fieldfare appear one by one
The fledging Sun paints shadows,
clouds part themselves
Barefoot,
on cold bracken
we look for the threadbare
stumps and leaves
Winter cold,deep
against its snare, snaps.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
Have you heard the sound of sympathy?
some usher it as an sincere adage.
Others will mention the Fieldfare
and scribe Snow into that forgotten scenery.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
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
A fieldfare visited your garden today,
The familiar blackbirds were chased away
They clung to home hedgrows, flew back and forth
Like me, your garden is their true North
I worry, is it a climate change sign?..and you say,
Is it a problem? Should we shoo it away?
We decide to let nature do it her way,
To not intervene on this beautiful day.
The next morning I see that peace one again reigns.
The blackbirds are back in the bush by the lane.
The fieldfare has ceased terratorial fight
And the usual doves
Take their usual flight
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC