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
-
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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Beautiful, Liz.
❤️