Thursday, 18 December 2014

On my way to buy a morning paper,

Over-optimistic blackbird
singing that it's Spring


  1. Maybe he knows something we don't. Where I live they all still have their heads down, though our red/black squirrel is up and about, convinced the season's on the change.

  2. Thank you Nick - I think many of us have been lulled by this so-far benign autumnal end of the year.
    I much enjoyed your poetry and random notes.