Sunday, January 03, 2010

lights, shoots, starling

Posted by PicasaWinter lights.
In the Grove, through bare patches of earth, dusted with rime, premature shoots of daffodils appear diffident, regretful, lit by the sun, which offers no warmth.
A fluting call punctuated by squeaks and twitters makes me look up. There on a TV aerial sits a starling in the cold afternoon , solitary and, to judge by the flocks that one often sees at this time of year, looking for company.

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