if we could talk to birds

what would they say 

would it be the arrival of spring

each twittering chatter 

a whistle or two

heading into summer

such commotion

and synchronicity 

as we fall into autumn 

are they still with us

the weather becoming colder  

in winter time

King’s Meadow

Leaves falling down

across the path


birds flying overhead

green is the grass

brown are the trees


squirrels climbing high

branches hanging low

crows in the air

then on the ground


windy weather all around