I’ve been without t’internet for a couple of weeks due to moving house.
Whilst staring out of the living room window and pondering my new environment, this tanka poem occurred to me.
There’s something very calming and meditative about watching a murmuration of starlings. I feel lucky and blessed have witnessed one.
Of starlings swirling in and
Out of the early
Morning fog. Like avian
sceptres – were they truly here?