Five bluetits flit past
Green as apples on the branch
Old orchard; new life
The buzzard circles
Finding a thermal. Freed from
Our mortal scope now
Wells
Moorhen mother sits
Surrounded by Saint’s waters
Patient protectress
Five bluetits flit past
Green as apples on the branch
Old orchard; new life
The buzzard circles
Finding a thermal. Freed from
Our mortal scope now
Wells
Moorhen mother sits
Surrounded by Saint’s waters
Patient protectress
Wading through silver
While house martins wheel above
Mirrored in the field
Verge-side willows slump
While two goldfinch strip catkins
Of their down; spring snow!
Clouds of catkin down
Drift in the warm Spring sunshine
Goldfinch weather now
Draped across the line
Pegged out like laundry drying
A starling blanket
Last light! Not home yet
Starlings stream past my window
Super-highway skies
Garden Birds
On the bird feeder
Robin, sparrow and bluetit
Playing seed roulette
My author copies have arrived! It’s
always exciting to open a parcel and find a new book. I’m so pleased to have released
this new edition of ‘A Bright Balance of Feathers’ in paperback form. It has a
matt cover featuring one of my photos of a robin taken at Ham Wall Nature
Reserve on the Somerset Levels and it’s light enough to take on a walk with
enough space around the poems for you to write your own nature haiku and notes.
Find it for sale here on Amazon: A Bright Balance of Feathers: Bird Haiku: Amazon.co.uk: Herlihy, P L: 9798386790400: Books
Rooks in a red field
Shaved of its corn. Forage! Fight!
Beaks glean Autumn light
Late evening calls, hark!
The long-tailed tits sing and flit
In warm company
White swan in the rhyne
Wings against a white skyline
Singing the old songs
Buzzard. Shoulders hunched
Hands in pockets; loitering
Mist curfews mischief
Cutting through the chaff
With tail cane. The pheasants chat
Pleasantries and that
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I will draw you, now
Since you were drawn out by death
A sketch with no song
On a silver string
White bows rise. A flying kite
Of seagulls and wind