This poem by our member Marjory Caine was selected for and published in our Folio #72, in 2018.
Fieldfare in a Winter Orchard Do you not know the beauty of your flight as you wheel and spin in winter skies fleeing from the danger of my sight? Your underwings flash white runes that are bright while your raucous chacker chack chack recedes with the patterned memory of your sudden flight. As viking raiders from northern fjords you alight on scavenged apples of fermented waste, yet flee as one from danger before my sight. Your beserkers mingle with others in flight: green woodpeckers, starlings, wood pigeons who do not know the beauty of being your satellites. I remain clay-bound below winter light. Shards of grass break, leave imprints of me alone; while you fly along invisible paths from sight. I strive this season to follow the transient rites that herald a nomadic existence outside my life - do you not know the beauty of your flight, as you flee from the unknown danger of my plight?