Posts tagged ‘waxwings’

13/01/2013

As a Flock of Waxwings in the Beech

 

These leaves of beech first breathed in spring,

And trembled, touched by summer rains,

Turned copper crisp through autumn frosts,

And with our coming, shiver on.

 

We flick our wings against the thorns

Of sloe and brittle bramble shrub,

We take our pick of haws and hips.

Amongst the beech we hide from hawks.

 

On winter nights the starlight calls

Of redwing heading further south:

The finest needle points of fear.

We huddle then behind the leaves.

 

We wait together in the beech.

We fly together in the snow.

 

 

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