Summer morning

My poem for the sixth day of Paul Brookes’ challenge, in partnership with The Wildlife Trusts. If you have a poem about birdsong, send it to Paul here.

Summer morning

pale gold air
slants through the shutters
a boat slipping from sea to sky
and back
buoyed on waves of song
sifting through leaf-fronds
swaying tree-kelp
carrying me from dreams
into the waking.

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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.

23 thoughts on “Summer morning”

    1. Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ It wasn’t actually as bright as I painted it this morning. A bit dull in fact though it’s sunny now.
      I’ll post my random words poem then and read yours ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Our walks around the meadows are getting more difficult. The grass is taller than I am now, and after the storm, it bends over the path around the edges so we can hardly see it.

      2. No, it’s the grass type. Fescue. Once the spring flowers are over, the fescue really gets going. The meadows are a patchwork of different types of vegetation, and the fescue doesn’t cover all of it, but it grows so tall you have to wade through it to find the places without. The ‘paths’ are a band the width of two sweeps of the mower and it’s a running battle to keep them ‘open’. Little oak trees start so quickly, they grow almost six inches in less than a fortnight.

      3. The meadows have to be mown if we want to preserve the wildflowers. If we let it go, it will fill up with fast-growing trees like dogwood and plum, and brambles. Not immediately, but after a few years the flowers and orchids will be crowded out and it will revert to scrubby woodland.

      4. There isn’t much livestock kept around here so there’s not much demand for hay any more. A lot of land is set-aside and never cultivated, but it’s not meadow. Every five years or so a tractor cuts down the vegetation to stop the trees really taking hold. I suppose they want to keep their options open in case they ever did want to use it for cultivation.

      1. Your robins and our blackbirds have the same habits, I think, and the same type of song. I hear ours more in the afternoon when the other birds are taking it easy, and they’re about the last to pack it in at night.

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