In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
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
as the rain falls silently
blackbirds begin to nest
the spring brings love
with young to cater for
the birds sing throughout the day
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
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