February – week 4

no sound

in the deepening dusk

but the closing

of the sparrowhawk’s




a flock of starlings fades

into grey distance,

all that remains

of the five lines I dreamed


burning a hole

through the half~light

the hawk’s eyes


we gather poems

from the petals of moments…

how we’ll make

the garden wild with poppies

and cornflowers


first daffodils ~

a pigeon

lifts her breast

to turn the eggs

hidden beneath


the faintest blush

to the pure white hyacinth —

for our children

even first love

has lost its innocence


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