Friday, 18 May 2018

On Watching a Blackbird Sing

Blackbird, singing


His insistence calls
From high upon the garden gate.
Down in my bower
I sip my tea.
We wait
Both looking for his prospective mate.

© Sheila Ash, 2018






Day’s End

Feet up, mind emptying of stress
Looking forward, always best

© Sheila Ash

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