
Revival, renaissance, a promise of return
From Imbolc to Ostara, our earthly calendar of life feels more than generous.
Celandine popped up with a good fortnight in advance... Avian movements have turned our skies into fantastic motorways! From wildfowl to waders, via blackbirds, skylarks and common guillemots, the island gradually welcomes back its summer visitors.
And wherever you decide to walk, Greylag geese feast about everywhere! Their sound and sights slash days and nights. I love to listen to bird calls in a crepuscular sky. Geese make the best use of stars for night navigation. Somehow, I think of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's Vol de Nuit.
Night. The one that weaves solace and fears through a curtain of love & hate...
Voar haiku string
Voar -
wind of spring in rattling blind,
distant echo of wheatears.
#haiku fae 60N
Let it out -
March, month of rainbows, ghosts & angels,
my grief still tattooed in grey sky.
#haiku fae 60N
Les choristes -
in their chocolate & white suits,
on every corner of the stack, guillemots sing.
#haiku fae 60N
Just a note to say I've been enjoying and been envious of your lyricism!
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you, although this sense of place has a lot to do with it! Am glad & flattered you've enjoyed it. Thank you for reading :-)
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