April – week 4

flitting through

the bramble thicket

a whitethroat and his song


at dawn

a song thrush…

water cascades

down the spine

of this ancient self


April heat…

I watch sedge warblers

through the reeds


between reeds

and the shadows of reeds

I am filled…

the flutes of warblers,

these blue breaths of sky


between pegs

on the washing line

two goldfinches


a hand

stills the pendulum

in a blue room of sky —

a goldfinch

at the feeder


shade and sun —

a butterfly opens and closes

her wings



with breath’s pure colours

a butterfly peels

from this darkest mood

and catches the breeze

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