.
The robins have left
and attentions turn to the
wrens in the nest box
by Scooj
Tag: poem
Tree surgeon
A distant tock tock
floats over urban rooftops
woodpecker at work
by Scooj
Digging
.
A song to myself
to every aching muscle
to each weary bone
.
by Scooj
Upside
.
These summer-spring days
small compensation for the
lock down misery
.
by Scooj
Although I have to say that I am enjoying the slower pace and quiet streets. Of course the full horror of the virus is too much to bear, but I am clinging to simple pleasures.
Tea
.
The perfect cuppa
is best drunk when it’s at the
right temperature.
.
by Scooj
N.B. That temperature may be different for each person, but the perfection remains the same.
Fledged
.
The trial begins
timid uncertain first hops
urgent need to fly.
.
by Scooj
Garden shredder
So satisfying
shrubby branches in one end
mulch out the other
by Scooj
Corona beard
.
It’s what my mother
would call a Grizzly Adams
a little too grey
.
by Scooj
Share
There’s room in the nest
in the pot in the greenhouse
five fluffy fledglings
by Scooj
New normal
.
Where did the day go?
Exhausted from nothingness
ready for my bed
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 