.
There will come a day
when the swifts do not return
and we will notice
.
by Scooj
.
There will come a day
when the swifts do not return
and we will notice
.
by Scooj
.
The sound I’ve longed for
heralds temperate summer
shrill cries on the breeze
.
by Scooj
.
Exquisite birdsong
attracted my attention
a flycatcher’s call
.
by Scooj
.
A pair of shield bugs
in an intimate moment
among bramble thorns
.
by Scooj
.
Undeveloped block
space for people and nature
urban oasis
.
by Scooj
.
Lignin skeleton
where winter showers arrest
architectural
.
by Scooj
.
Our attention grabbed
a rare sand lizard scuttles
while we tend our rods
.
.
Silver birch catkins
set against a cool spring sky
life then was simpler
.
by Scooj
.
Dance of the mayfly
choreographic display
nobody’s watching
.
by Scooj
.
All neck, legs and wings
the clunkiest of fliers
heron, the fisher
.
by Scooj