Poetry Friday030


Things I saw while not looking

A lone robin — Spring’s ambassador —
hopping tentatively over the tired snow.

Red-wing blackbirds calling in raucous warbles
from hidden perches in the frozen marsh.

Three tundra swans banking wide white circles
in the valley below us, on our way home from school.

The sun painting my kitchen a watery yellow
through fingerprinted winter windows.

Lesley-Anne Evans
02/03/2009

Photo courtesy of Malcolm Evans

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One thought on “Poetry Friday030

  1. A true poet’s ‘eye’ – thank you now we all can see the beauty that is always there. Love the finger printd wndows .. suggests a human presence (very) in this unpeopled landscape.

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