I come back to the woods

26/04/20

I come back to the woods
in these lockdown days
to lose myself
in beak and feather,
bud and blossom.

Here the birds happily
sing together in the sun
and on a day when I don’t know
when we can sing together again,
I lose myself in the song of the woods.

Songs of nesting, mating -sex and food –
a normal day in the trees,
amidst the burst of bright new leaves,
birch and rowan and hawthorn
and ash flowers strewn on the path,
confetti for cancelled weddings

I come back to the woods
in these lockdown days
where the open throated song of wren,
spins hope that I too may sing again.