Blue Spirit calls

Spring /April

Blue tits at the nuts

Golden finches choose the seeds

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Hoodie crows hop clamouring

Their raucous caws.

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Thrush trilling

On high wires

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While our visiting

Pink footed geese

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Are out of sight

On distant shore,

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But seen in colour

Memory.

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Spring’s preening feathers

Call me out

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Beyond the door.

Why wait behind the glass?

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Mizzling drizzle

Can deter,

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But greening April wakes

A need in me,

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To walk beneath

The broader sky.

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Greys are lifting,

Blue Spirit calls

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‘Out, out, out’

Into this wide day.

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