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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
A fieldfare is a bird seen in UK gardens in the Autumn
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
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.
jo spencer Jan 2013
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.
GreenMan Feb 2020
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
Tim Deere-Jones Apr 2021
Hawthorn in the spring
mayflowers becomes **** thorn
rimed with the frost of her blossom.

Promiscuous with bees
hawthorn grows fast in the summer
straining for sky and full of life
green leaf abundance
and sap surging strong for the sun
quick as opposed to dead

Quick thorn in autumn
scatters her largesse of leaf fall
embers the hedgerows
with blood drops
seed store mouse nibble
food for redwing and fieldfare

Quick thorn in winter stripped of her green
stands naked but strong
combing cold winds
(which you can hear sing through her teeth)
her branches armed and spiky fingers
flung up in derision at the north and darkness
for nothing keeps her down
she will keep coming.
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
Bronzed sun over the hill
Fieldfare flying South
The cartwheels stasis speaks to us
even now
as light steals itself over into
the steps into the sea
How could we not have
noticed this before?

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