Thursday, 21 February 2008

Down the road, late afternoon; avis specere

Mistle thrush in the seventh oak, flies to the fourteenth, sings again.

Three fraying vees of lapwings, high and purposeful, returning home? I wish them luck over lonely northern seas.

3 comments:

Tall Girl said...

love all the ths and fs and vs!

apprentice said...

This is beautiful Lucy!

Ben said...

Mistle thrush again. Such wonderful syllables that they make the numbers seem mystic.