Thursday, 3 October 2019

A buzzard and some swallows

The Buzzard Above

Circling high above
A slow Ferris wheel ride; free
In carnival skies

Soulful Autumn blues
A crisp air and slow tempo
Solo turn on stage

A singular truth:
To know the limitless sky
Wing and a prayer

Swallows along Cinnamon Lane

The lane (bursting ripe
Hedgerows laden with late fruit)
Is your flightpath home

Crane flies, mosquitoes
Wasps, fruit flies, midge and darter
Alfresco mixed grill…

A flash of summer!
Then two more; swallow wings dip
The deepening lane

Wednesday, 5 June 2019

Crow at the supermarket

Squashed carpark cupcake
Now, dodging cars, Crow parties
Celebration sponge!

Hands in pockets all
Casual like; ‘Ere,’ he caws
‘Got any crumbs then?’

Thursday, 9 May 2019

Falcon, wren and sparrows

Peregrine Falcon

Hawk-eyed, on the fence
Warily watching for food
Bird table sentry

Silent dawn chorus
Falcon glides emptyhanded
No song for supper


The wren on the fence
A little feather whistle
Blown away by wind


Good day! Good day! Hey!
Dapper in flat cap and tweed
Sparrows chat away
Under the rooftiles
A secret stash of treasure
Jack sparrow’s new nest

Friday, 15 March 2019


Sixteen kites strung out
Above the black hills, hanging
On storm Gareth’s tail

Lone kite, a bright flag
Above the bracken field, keeps
Watch on the wild wind

The heron; stillness
Personified. Unmoving
Until camera clicks!

Grey heron lingers
Haunting the water margins
Hidden from my lens

Thursday, 7 February 2019

Swans, Herons and Starlings

Two Swans

Wrapped in sheets of mist
Two swans sleep; waiting for snow
Winter’s white duvet

Two Herons

Mid-air pas de deux
A pair of herons dance by
Encore! Encore! More!

Two Thousand Starlings

Overhead, at dusk
Two thousand wings whispering
This way. This way home.

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

January Birds

In the Orchard under the Tor

Gliding keen branches
Mustard, like late mistletoe
Green glimpsed woodpecker

On the bird table

Starling, stuttering
Over the abundant seeds
This! And this... and this?

Thursday, 15 November 2018

Starling Flocks Arriving Overhead One Evening in November

Here, now; a blanket
Of soft wings brushing the sky
Draws evening close by

The absence of sound
Their solidarity speaks
A thousand times loud

Air net. A lattice of
Beak and wing to stop falcons
From feasting on them

In the late lilac
Sky; thin ribbons of birds fly
Above the old thorn