I wrote this first haiku five years ago, but I find myself appreciating it anew this week – perhaps because school holidays means I have time to notice the egret tree blossoming?
And another evening oldie, this from 2012, in which I’m pleased to note, there is an element we’ve outgrown – and it’s not the magpies and plovers. 😉
Dusk is perhaps my favourite time of day, when all the chickens (figuratively) and myriad other birds that share our paddock, come home to roost.
Catherine is collecting the Poetry Friday chickens (and links) this week at Reading to the Core. Thanks, Catherine.