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April 17

Today I watched a mother do a reflexology on her son. Outside on a lawn in the sunshine. A passing brimstone did not disturb the moment. I am just sitting here among the bird song and pink rhodedendrons.

The mullioned windows of Rufford Old Hall reflect the sun. Still the birds sing against a one sided phone call and the hum of traffic on the main road. A shiny little beetle crawls between the courtyard cobbles and a lone wasp investigates the old brickwork.

All the time the birds sing. I wonder where that chiff chaff is ? The blackthorn hedge is in a drift of white blossom.

such love in springtime
did I really feel her touch
the kiss of sweet song.
(C) EPM (haibun)

Comments on: "April 17" (5)

  1. As life goes on all around you a moment of intimacy and love but in the reflexology and song.

  2. Last night we hear birds singing – I thought they might be nightingales.

    ‘Apart from owls, our other nocturnal songsters, corncrakes, nightjars and nightingales are all migratory birds with a short and well defined song period during the spring and summer months. As well as the true nocturnal species, reed and sedge warblers among others, sing extensively during the night.’

    I’ve not heard of some of those birds listed! 😀

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