haiku nine
January 3, 2022 § 4 Comments
last white rose
nods beneath winter sleet –
flit of a wren’s tail
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Beautiful, peaceful image of the last survivor. Here, we have things growing that I’m sure shouldn’t be and not much sign of sleet yet.
The strangest thing is the birds – they are singing much earlier than I remember. A few begin around 6.30 at first light, and are in full joyous flood at dawn an hour later. A cold spell is expected here in the east, so perhaps that will alter things…
Beautiful Image, Rachael. How the seasons have shifted too – some redwing flew in the other day, and the birds are chatting all day (especially the last couple of days which have been quite spring-like).
Yes Chris, here in the east it’s the same – I found the dawn chorus quite disturbing – they’re an hour or so earlier than this time last year. But I love that sound dearly.