Snowdrop drifts
Like the dappled light
From a silver clouded sun
A droopy nod
To the soft breath of morning
Tinkling waters hushing by
And ten thousand starlings
Rise with the hiss
Of a broken wave
Receeding
From a shingled strand
The first few notes
Of a lonely Curlew
My father
Calls my name
And breaks my heart again.
#CoSopoetry