Tag: Dawn

  • Dawn Chorus

    there are no words to the whisperwhich pulses through the congregationof troubled leaves that mutterat disturbing breeze insinuatingits cold message in expectant dimness now hops up the tinkle of a tiny tweetfresh-beaked on the finger of a birchfrom the shrubbery estate of coal tit nestswhere breaks the night peace in the cold gloombefore bleary sun […]