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.