A Something.
My heart is astir with a something
this morning
I caught aloft under a bluebell sky.
A bird who trills high yet smaller
than small was
with its tiny frame making reply
to my awe
which soared as I spied crest of
gold above
darkest of breast and largest eye.
The park which graces this valley
will never best
the feathered perfection I almost
saw marking his
own terrain with sublime bird-talk.
A goldcrest at Tuckingmill crowned
my daily walk with
one tail-flick then sped off soundless.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments7
Beautiful poem about a beautiful bird which is the smallest bird in the UK.
Thanks FAY ~ O to be in Cornwall now that Autumn's here ! We are all up Early today enjoying a walk and the Spring Chorus ~ Alas I have to leave for work soon (8:30 am). Love the Poem and the Picture ~ perfection ! Yours as ever BRIAN Please check my GHAZAL ~ some verses are a bit risque so early in the morning but its a "15" not an "18" ~ Thanks B.
Lovely write Fay.
Love it and 'bluebell sky' is inspired.
Fay, only you can make this birdsong encounter sound like a hymn!
A graceful tribute to this small creature of nature, Fay. Well done, as usual.
Very beautiful Fay , love a little birdwatching myself
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