Tag: March

A month’s menagerie

Ist poem of April for the Imaginary Garden

thicker than raindrops

A poem in 44 words for De’s ‘prompt: Spike

This year’s nests

“Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,    To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth,   There are no birds in last year’s nest!” * A robin is not just for Christmas kitsch cards and rosy redbreast in sentimental snow – this blooded bully with its matador caped chest and eye, beady sharp as scissored beak is salve for wakeful winter midnights compulsive songster…