Happy bird in a tree singing for me.
He doesn’t know my name but I know it is he.
A blackbird drawn on a blackboard
makes no sense without a song.
The song wakes me in the morning
And holds me lingering in the sun.
Now I record the morning chorus
And linger by a coffee cup –
I wonder if it’s worth washing the windows this year
as the beauty escapes through the scum.
Spring cleaning by A Parry
A sewing away of silence,
a filing away of my socks in the semi-dark
a filing away my day into the recycle bin.
Watch
the sun come and go
unremarked
unrecalled in the neat pen’s sprawl.
Filing away my collectables
in a precious, long forgotten place
to scatter over floor once more.
