Saturday, 26 March 2011

Woods outside Henon, lunchtime

I first hear, then catch sight of the woodpecker as it flies across my path; the whir of its wings seem to echo the drumming of its beak on wood.


Crafty Green Poet said...

I love seeing (and hearing) woodpeckers, this is a lovely description

Anil P said...

The drumming reassures, soon becoming one with breathing.