February
February
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!
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!