I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Saturday 2 April 2011

Listen and imagine

On Thursday, I heard the first cuckoo ... and listened to the call of spring - and yet I felt for the bird whose chick it had usurped and wondered how she coped.

On Wednesday, I saw the first swallow swoop low as I passed on my way up the hill ... and watched its grace, the sleekness of form ... others will follow.

Words. To bring closer fresh calls and motions of spring.

2 comments:

steven said...

one of the many pleasures of spring's return is waking to birdsong. steven

aguja said...

Exactly. Thank you for your comment, Steven.