In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
Category: blackbird
little blackbirds flew away
the nest was bare
they were no longer there
where had they gone
shed a tear for them
that is nature’s way
of saying goodbye
Singing throughout the day
as the rain falls silently
blackbirds begin to nest
the spring brings love
with young to cater for
the birds sing throughout the day
Green
Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
Blackbird Family
the two of you together
in springtime
getting ready to build your nest
digging up worms
with your orange beaks
in the green garden
let the days pass by
and the clouds turn to stars
the night settles in
as lovers do
Blackbird
with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Blackbird sing
blackbird sing
the fading light of day
each evening they call
a serenade
across the gardens
listening to their song
Blackbird in the Brambles
what is that I could hear
in the hedgerow
but hiding from me was
a blackbird in the brambles
thinking back on it now
seem silly she’d be following me
but at that time
it was just her and me
The Golden Tears 