In our small garden this morning the blackbird is collecting wisps of this and that for a nest. Yesterday our poet Colin Hopkirk took a long walk across the fields, where a skylark “was giving it some beans!” he says. It is Day 827 of the Daily Poems.
Skylark at 10 o’clock
a hundred feet
and rising
sings a river
announces spring
declares his territory
rippling
across open fields
really going for it
meaning it
(such self belief!),
trip-switched by light
the position of stars
Colin Hopkirk