Tuesday, 11 August 2009

The Invisible Month

... and it all builds up to this,
these summer months
when the garden quietly goes over,
young robins start to make their own way
with fire fanning through their feathers;
their parents tick amongst the undergrowth
skulking as they moult their roles.
And out in the pastures, curlews'
instincts are being tugged towards the coast,
to the silver pauses left
each time the tide rolls back.


Crafty Green Poet said...


Duxbury Ramblers said...

Lovely - nice to see what I have always thought in verse, August the gone over month moving toward the end of another year. Not in a sad way I like to think of it as a time of rest and renewal, ready for new life & growth.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Love the curlew image Carol.

Anonymous said...

Another gem, Carol, but why is the second line 'these summer months' rather than 'this summer month'?


Mistlethrush said...

Good question! The 'months' in question begin at the tail end of July and move into August. I think I'll edit the title...
Thanks for the feedback

Coastcard said...

A wonderful and fitting ending, Carol. We have had ripe blackberries at our local WWT for weeks now. August is indeed strange.

S.L. Corsua said...

It's refreshing to read about a summer scene this vivid, halfway around the world, when I'm just halfway through the rainy season here in the Philippines. ;)

I most liked getting to witness the 'moulting' and seeing the glint of "silver pauses left / each time the tide rolls back."


Mistlethrush said...

Thanks for your comments everyone.

Coastcard - Blackberries: very expensive in the shops. They're out here now and there are some really big ones around (close to dog walking walking areas!). I'm sure the birds will love them!

SL Corsua - thanks for visiting. Just popped over your yours - enjoyed it.

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