This is a blog entry inspired by the first Coal Tits I’ve seen visiting my bird feeder ever. Always had Blue Tits since I first put up the suet feeder and the seed feeder but never Coal Tits until now. Such a pleasure to have nature come so close. Just a few feet away sometimes.
I have events in my head that I like to mark the passing of the year by, first Snowdrops, first Daffodils and especially the first Bluebells of Spring. I remember we would always visit ‘Bluebell Wood’ in the place I grew up. Not too far away from home but so magical and special to walk amongst the carpet of flowers under the trees. This has led to a yearly quest to see Bluebells each spring. These particular ones weren’t in a wood this time but still very special.
Just seen my first Bluebells of the year
hundreds of deep blue flowers
scattered over the soil
but the randomness is so
pleasing, they like to spread
life is nicer now
Mentioning the Coal Tit reminded me of another Twitter poem I wrote while waiting for my broadband to be fixed. Sometimes our bodies, our subconscious over-reacts to small irritations. The connection will get fixed, the engineer will find the problem, connection will be restored. Meantime, I have more opportunity to look at the world around me, there’s a lot of beautiful things out there. It’s important to appreciate them.
Got a little stressed
over things I can’t control
all because I forgot
to look out the window
and watch the Blue Tit
as it took a seed
from my feeder
and to watch
the happy Spaniel
as he walked past
tail going like
a helicopter
and to watch
a gull soar
just delighting in
being
Did I mention that I love my Twitter poetry community. There’s a few professionals in there but mainly it’s people who write because they love to express what they feel, what they see. I think getting lessons in writing was one of the best things I’ve done with my life. You don’t have to follow a formal programme, lots of mentoring and group sessions out there. The most important thing is to read a lot and write a lot. Just like any skill, practise improves you!
I’ll finish with a poem to someone I knew and loved. We have a few cherry and plum trees scattered around near my home. So beautiful to see when they’re in blossom. Following that of course, the petals leave the trees and drift everywhere. The tray I have in the front of the flat filled with water for the birds gets quite a few petals, but that’s lovely because they’re so pretty to see and they bring memories.
Cherry blossoms petals
lying in the bird bath
brings memories
of that time I
filled your bath
with rose petals
lit candles and
poured wine
for you. I remember
you said, that no one
had ever looked at
you with so much love
you were easy to love though
just your touch
made huge waves
in my heart