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.


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.