After the Blast (1 Viewer)

Post-storm-strewn yew berries pink the path and gully.
Snapped branches lie: whale bones on the strand.
Above, the rushing scud of foamy surf: clouds blowing,
Suds flecking the blue.

Redwings sound danger: a Sparrowhawk slips between
The wreck of the trees and a single Redpoll spirals up
Catching the roar, and gone.

The corpse of the copse: skeletal remains
Of the flesh-stripped boughs.
A low sun snagged in the net of the thorn,
And, beyond, the Kestrel, headlong, head-on
Into the wind, fast and flapping:
A moth against the pane.

Down along the sheltered hedgerow
The sharp tick of Song Thrushes
And the softer slurs of Blackbirds:
Wraiths seeking red fruits, fallen
And unfallen.

Black-spotted sycamores - pox marked
Leaves trembling as Goldcrests pick
The wreckage of webs, and insects
From stem and twig and bark,
Whispering their moving, blinking
From shadow to light.

And above, the wind roars on,
Bending the world on a whim.

You have brought the scene to life wonderfully, H. I particularly like the rushing scud of foamy surf ... A low sun snagged in the net of the thorn ...softer slurs of Blackbirds and Wraiths seeking red fruits. Fabulous work.

Thanks, Kits.

There was much change after the storm yesterday .

Agree with Kits. I really like, "A low sun snagged in the net of the thorn,"--great imagery.

Thanks, Sue.

I've really been inspired the last few weeks.

Made my morning

Kits said:

You have brought the scene to life wonderfully, H. ... A low sun snagged in the net of the thorn ..

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Kits: I just learned, while studying Haiku, that the Japanese word symbol for 'east' is a composite of 'tree' and 'sun' - as in the rising sun in the tree! How apt.

How interesting! Thanks, H. I like that.