Piercing sweet song of the robin
In the early morning.
Trees rising on a hill-top
Ringed in mist
Pungent scent o burning stubble
Drifting hazy smoke
By Mary A Baillie
Dark, tired hedgerows, laced with pearl strewn hammocks
O wispy spider-silk
Tentative silvery dawns and blazing sunsets.
Starlings print their random music
On wires across the sky.
Swifts and martins gather and meet
Their friends with farewell songs
To brief summer.
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