Black Rabbit – A Poem for Easter
I remember the black rabbit sat on a throne of hill, the gold-specked, green slide down to the road, where we stopped cars to wait for his shadow.
A Gathering of Birds
I’ve noticed a gathering of birds in my garden, lately. Not a menacing gathering, reminiscent of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘The Birds’, but a bright, babbling chorus of goldfinch, chaffinch, blackbird, wagtail and swallow.