Archive for March 11th, 2012

11/03/2012

Wren Days

 

A bursting song, vivacious fire,

Which spreads the word of ancient woods.

Proclaims itself a spirit free,

Declares itself a truth to fear.

 

From caves and webs across the floor,

From moorland crags and river banks,

Between the oak and sycamore,

A god’s crescendo echoed on.

 

Through bloodied winter, huddled fast,

A totem crucified in frost,

And carried dripping through the snows:

The tiny flecks of red on white.

 

The wren: from deity to death

Is energy, is life, is song.