A Magick
In the hedgerow
sparrows gather,
perch upon dead limbs.
A hazel’s wild tangle,
brittle and barren,
fills with song.
Coaxed by twit
and trill to flower
in an hour, soon long catkins
trail. By afternoon,
leaves shadow
the flitting throng.
Warm breeze
carries love calls,
flutters twig fingers
and sways slim boughs
as clustered hazelnuts grow
from leafy green husks.
At evening, wings rise,
fly to the far wood.
In silence the foliage
turns yellow
and falls.
The tree stands
bereft as before.
Quite a spell, cast by those birds. It warms my shrivelled little hedgewitchy heart. Also has a nice mythical as well as fairytale feel to it, inviting a deeper comparison to a more cerebral bloom and fade.
Love the feel of this poem – ‘the tree stands bereft as before’ – the flock have flown! Lovely 🙂
Warm breeze
carrying love calls…this is really romantic…nice..wonder about the tree..
Nice One Shot, Matt!
(I especlally like the image conveyed by “twig fingers”)
Quite romantic here Matt..spirit prevails..! beautiful touch of winter breeze engulfs me around the lines..:)
Nice way you played with the image of a tree, left lovely by the depature of our little friends the birds. Matt, loved this poem.
You provided a scene, which easily took my imagination on this wonderful stroll about. Beautiful poem, Thank You! Have a Safe and Wonderful Christmas and New Years! David
Thanks for all your kind comments!
Lovely….peaceful and kind of sad.
Ah…I see you are not ready to abandon autumn for winter yet..as the bird fly and leave the trees achingly bare and the cold steals over your thoughts. Well done, you! Merry Christmas, Matt. Hope it’s a wondrous season and happy new year!
Well it’s been a while poemblaze, fancy seeing you here. I;ve missed reading your work. This is full of nature’s wonderful imagery, a very serene piece. Nice write.
i enjoyed the thought of warm breeze in thsi chilly time of teh year… and the romance of lover calling
Smooth poetic language, Matt. Read this as a complex love poem, as if flirting transformed into nature’s call so to speak, to then depart. Sad, also rings true.
Very nice imagery of nature here. Like the way the first two stanzas in particular interlock with rhyme in a non-too blatant way. Well-penned
Happy solstice, Mr Blaze
Luke @ WordSalad
Really liked the internal rhymes and sounds, nice!
Love the images. This is a very visual poem to me. Loved reading!
Oh but, they will be back, poor Tree. 😉
So visual and magical – I love the way you used compression of time to create a magic time lapse photography effect. Enjoyed the rhymes as well – ever so subtle.
Lovely visuals and sounds…a delicate and beautiful read…bkm
I love how the birds breath life into the dead trees…how they herald the changing seasons…and how you portray the symbiotic/ magical/love relationship between them…beautiful 🙂
Lovely, truly lovely.
a wonderful scene you have created…….great stuff from you again…and have a great christmas too my friend…pete
Such expressive natural imagery, in the tree, a symbol. A visual delight that comes on smoothly…quite well done.
Hope the holidays are treating you well!
But the tree saw what we did, so perhaps a slight smile on the lips of this record keeper to allay his bereftness.
A good poem capture me and takes me on a journey. Thanks for the ride.
Love, Tiger
Stark-ish, nature-centric solid work. Great use of symbols.
Loved your flow, lovely as always!
loved it…:)
Yup, you really do notice it when the birds move on. I would be feeling bereft too if I were that tree! Nice one. 🙂