Feast of St. Brigid –
Make her cross with the wrong reeds ~
A minor penance.
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Family picnic –
Swifts circling, feed on the wing ~
A fine stand of pines.
Pittosporum scent –
Strong, mornings and evenings ~
Bracketing the day.
Magnolia blooms –
Battered by the growing wind ~
White plates on the lawn.
Peter the Bluetit –
Freddy the Robin redbreast ~
I’m in their world now.
Picking blackberries –
Against the fading grey light ~
Can’t tell black from red.
