On A Wistful New Year’s Day

Thought I would share this from last year’s New Year’s Day. I started this year much as I did in 2016: having a brew stood on the step, watching the rain and a gliding gull overhead. But last year I went on to make a sad discovery in the local woods.

City Jackdaw

I sat outside in the back garden with a hot cup of tea, coat fastened, watching the milky coming of dawn. I can do this as I don’t drink these days, my New Year’s Day vigil no longer debilitated by the night before.

All of the neighbouring houses were in darkness, the windows dark, sightless eyes. There was no sign of life at all. Human life, that is.

The morning was scored by the constant rattle of a magpie, hidden from view. They nest in a huge tree beyond one of the houses, but the tree appeared bare, empty both of leaves and birds.

The call went on. Perhaps the chatter-rattle was bird-talk for come on-it’s morning!

In the spring and summer I plant flowers for the birds and bees, then switch  my allegiance to the birds in autumn and winter, putting out food at dawn and dusk. I hadn’t…

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10 thoughts on “On A Wistful New Year’s Day

  1. I missed this the first time around as I just started ‘following’ you after it was posted. However, I do remember the impact the words from your poetry book had on me when I first read them…the same as the ones noted in this post:
    “Everything is redeemable…”
    Thanks for re-posting this.

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    • Thank you, Laura. I recall the sadness I felt when reading those lines scrawled onto that lantern in the middle of Alkrington Woods. And I do believe that-everything is redeemable. Thank you, as always, for reading.

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