An unexpected frost


first frost

furs grass

the waking sky

wakes the winter music

of the throstle



first thrush of winter

when all the summer voices

are fallen silent

his alone fills the leafless trees

with music




sun fills the sky

with light

blue and gold

thrush fills the blue golden air

with song





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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.

18 thoughts on “An unexpected frost”

  1. The bottom photo is like an Impressionist scene. Even though it’s colder, it seems much prettier than the wet cardboard. ๐Ÿ™‚ I had to find another thrush song. I couldn’t play yours, and then I listened to the wood thrush sounds that we have around here.

    1. Today is the only sunny day we’re having until Christmas apparently. It’s back to the wet cardboard again from tomorrow;
      I see what you mean about the video, it will only play on you tube. I’ve swapped it for another recording that isn’t so pernickety.
      Your wood thrush has the same hesitant song as ours. I listened to your hermit thrush too; That has a pretty song! The blackbird I think of all the thrush family has the most complex song, but it’s a summer song. The song thrush goes on all winter.

      1. I think they start with just a few groups of notes that they repeat and they add to them so the song gets longer. Your mocking bird is more like our nightingale. They weave in bits of other birds’ songs and strange noises to their own.

    1. The bird people say the thrush sings all year round and we notice it in the winter because the other birds have stopped singing. It’s a lovely bonus though to a wintry morning.

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