Friday, 20 April 2018

Poet's note: The swallows are not yet here

The valley is holding its breath, waiting for the first swallows to arrive.

The chaffinches are back, and the goldfinches – where have they been? – and the long-tailed tits. The robins have never left home, and now a pair have nested in the cypress hedge.  Sparrows are chirping in the hawthorn bushes, goldfinches twitter as they flit from one drystone wall to another; jackdaws holler as they dive down from the high outcrops of millstone grit. 

But the air over the canal is silent. The swallows are not yet here.

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