For Mum.

For Kathleen 1929 –  31st January 2019.

 

 

Snow at the end of winter

High heaped, brittle,

Chaffinches fiddling for grain

In stunted grass.

And then –

Flight –

Strong, short wings,

A sound of flight

A movement of the air

A flash of complicated colour.

Blue, blue, bright sky

A flat,  simple palette of love

Lightens their escape.

 

23 thoughts on “For Mum.

  1. Judith says:

    I lost my mother in January, two years ago. My thoughts are with you in this, especially at this time of year, when nature cannot offer much solace. Your poem is simply lovely. Best wishes to you

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