A thrush steps through the fallen leaves
With gracefulness and care,
Then stops to cast a dreamy glance
And shyly lingers there.
Her breast's adorned with misty spots
That fade from taupe to buff –
She flies up to an aspen's branch
To call her "chuff", "chuff", "chuff"...
November 2020
(from the book Longing For The Light by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
A beautiful poem for a beautiful bird.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much messymimi.
DeleteMay I say that I am chuffed to read this poem?
ReplyDeleteClever! I'm chuffed that you are chuffed. :-)
DeleteLovely bird, photo and poem. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you Flighty! :-)
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