
Birdsong in the dark
Bringing promise of the dawn
And maybe of spring?

Birdsong in the dark
Bringing promise of the dawn
And maybe of spring?

First walk this season.
Gentle warm-up? Aching limbs.
Out of condition!

Boats in the harbour
Resting, waiting for the tide
To carry them home.

Pine needle fingers
Stretching their way to springtime.
Fresh growth all around.

Relentless raindrops
Washing down my window pane.
Bird conversations.
Sufficient to meet
The needs of daily living.
Birds ask nothing more.
Sitting, watching rain.
Listening to the happy birds.
Relentless pleasure.