A Moveable Garden

Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.

Free Verse

Days when time’s ticking like a twitchy 
heart and I have to decide: write a poem 
or watch the birds? I’m watching the birds,
winter’s devotees, reptilian dactyls ratatatting 
metered feet, woodpecker laying waste the already 
faltering apple tree with a tap-tap, tap-tap, true spondee, 
and an assonance of mourning doves clustered and cooing. 
A common bird and yet that plummy colourwash, striking eye 
ringed arctic-blue. Twittering juncos billow up, whisk down, one after 
another, verse after verse, punctuated by chickadees’ quick refrain, a diving,
dashing disappearance; and I’m back to that glacial 
eye, summoning sky and sea, more poetry 
than I could possibly 

©MWms 2024