June and July

Red Kite

The river, bridged by
A road and a red kite, marks
The confluence point

 

Wood Pigeon

Gathering twigs, you
Build a willow tree house in
View from my window

Seagulls

Three seagulls scull by
One calling ‘Stroke!’ as they fly
A blue summer sky

Swallows

Swallows turn sharply
Sizing up the summer fields
Wing spans set square now

 

Swifts

Above the house, there!
The needle song of swift flight
Threading through the sky