Birds' Nests
The summer nests uncovered by autumn wind.
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark.
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.
Since there's no need of eyes to see them with
I cannot help a little shame
That I missed most, even at eye's level, till
The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.
'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests
Still in their places, now first known,
At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,
Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.
And most I like the winter nests deep-hid
That leaves and berries fell into;
Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,
And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.
~ Edward Thomas (1878-1917 / London
The summer nests uncovered by autumn wind.
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark.
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.
Since there's no need of eyes to see them with
I cannot help a little shame
That I missed most, even at eye's level, till
The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.
'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests
Still in their places, now first known,
At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,
Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.
And most I like the winter nests deep-hid
That leaves and berries fell into;
Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,
And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.
~ Edward Thomas (1878-1917 / London
6 comments:
I really like the nest and feathers. I hope my robins return and build another nest near my garden shed. Pretty eggs and feathers.
There are lots of bird nest showing now. I hope we get a nest in our new tree this year.
Jo, Some times after a hard wind, we find nests on the ground. I always hate to see them. It won't be long before we will be seeing birds making nests. I try to put out strings and the long pampas grass blades for them . Blessings, xoxo,Susie
There is always something fascinating about a nest, isn't there! I'm hoping for one in our holly tree this Spring.
I, too, love wind-fallen nests when they're unoccupied.
What has become of your serene and beautiful music?
Hugs!
b. music is still playing, thank you for stopping by.
~Jo
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