Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer


April 4, 2012 Walking the territory 0


The curlew’s first spring song
rises from the mud, faint as river mist.
Like dragon-fly wings it strengthens,
brightens in the budding sun.

A bit late – it needed a bit of tidying up!

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