Songbirds are back
in the blossoming hawthorn –
a warble, a trill and then
they are airborne.
Early in March,
it’s wheatears, or ‘white arse’,
with sand martins not far
behind.
Chiffchaffs will follow
but the true sign
of burgeoning spring
are the swallows.
Kim M. Russell, 10th March 2026

De hosted the dVerse Poets Pub Monday Quadrille yesterday, those poems of precisely 44 words, including one word provided by our host. This week, bird is the word.
I really enjoyed the quotes from Maya Angelou and Victor Hugo, and the Emily Dickinson poem.
I’ve been staying with my daughter, and the bare bones of my quadrille came into my head when I couldn’t sleep – I was on her sofa bed – and I’ve just managed to finish it.
Love this!
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Our swallows are busily nesting across the pond. Smiles. I am so enjoying all the bird poems.
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