Spring has dinted winter’s doom – to the delight of wind-blown clouds;little stirs in snow-stricken woods, save fragile webs. Rooks in flocks forge homeward, fresh-snapped twigs in beaks,coal-black and burnished, in branches chattering. Before March gales come galloping, graceful catkins dancebeneath a pale and partly faded, pink half-hearted sun. Kim M. Russell, 23rd February 2024 […]
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A Deceit of Lapwings
Singing softly as they zig-zag simple songs to a two-note tune, silhouetted lapwing deceit syncopated in trickery. Peewits flash and turn, black and white, peeling from sky, they start to dive, peacocking with aerobatics, peaking with their springtime antics. Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2022 This Thursday, Grace is our host for the dVerse Poets […]
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