New seedlings, white stems soft with thirst on a sunny day.
Water mists against the cloddy earth. Irises stretch their blue wings.
Sparrows, brown with a shrill chatter, scold the crows, dogs, me.
Tall trees in the park are resonant with other songs I don't recognise.
No magpies today. A hawk circles for quarry over the open grass.
Kids pedal for speed laps, counting their supremacy out loud.
Time and light drain from the day.
A four-day deadline presses home its point. Assignment waiting,
I close my curtains.
3 comments:
wow. your lucky if all it takes to get focused on an assignment is to close the curtains.
Sparrows scold. And scold quite severely as I've heard. :)
Open windows to such scenes can be distracting especially when one needs to get work done. But a look outside like this is refreshing. Nice write. :)
I love how the sounds paint a perfect picture of the setting and season. Wonderful use of hearing. So glad you joined, Lucy.
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