Tag: birds

A Robin Sang

This poem features another robin, again photographed in Morchard Bishop in 2025 (see previous poem ‘Imbolc, Candlemas’)

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A robin sang

from the branches of a winter tree

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His belly was as bright as the day

his breast red as the sunset

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Gracing my winter spirit

with tones of happiness.

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‘The Robin’ comes from the collection of poems Joy of Creation which is available for purchase as a book via my poetry store here.

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Firebird

You are my firebird

flame-red, flame-yellow

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over the ash-black

of your wings

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the white-hot

flickering of your flight.

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You are my phoenix

my miracle-worker

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unaware of the magic

you make in me

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your worshipper

as you flit across the field.

Connected

The wild birds

Inhabit these hills

And I, a walker,

Glancing down the valley

Dazzled by gleaming lights

Flung across the fields like necklaces

I feel I am connected

With the wind

The grass under my feet

God’s sky above my head.

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“The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, not objects to be exploited. Everything has its own voice. Thunder and lightning and stars and planets, flowers, birds, animals, trees, – all these have voices, and they constitute a community of existence that is profoundly related.” — Thomas Berry

Firebird

You are my firebird

flame-red, flame-yellow

over the ash-black

of your wings

the white-hot

flickering of your flight.

You are my phoenix

my miracle-worker

unaware of the magic

you make in me

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your worshipper

as you flit across the field.