Birds in winter

Photo©Jim Barton

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Seven cormorants in the sky,

winging to where the grey cloud parts

and pale sun glitters on the waves—

fishing for gold.

 

Wind-thrashed gulls scream,

defy the dark,

ride the storm,

skim the wild waves,

madcaps all.

 

Among bare branches

and the papery flutter of old leaves

clinging beyond their time,

a robin sits,

brown and paper-fluttering,

frail as old leaves,

beating bright

as spring sunshine.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

17 thoughts on “Birds in winter”

  1. I feel as if I am actually STANDING next to you here in this poem Gorgeous my friend especially these lines ; Among bare branches

    and the papery flutter of old leaves

    clinging beyond their time,

      1. On previous years, mild winters admittedly, the balls of seed and fat have been devoured as fast as I hung them up. This year there’s nothing coming to eat them. I hope we’re not going into yet another phase of decline.

  2. Lovely! You painted quite the picture with the words “Among bare branches and the papery flutter of old leaves clinging beyond their time.” I can see that robin sitting there.

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