In her back yard, their yard,
there were a coal bunker, a stack of kindling,
a bird table, two apple trees,
bramble downgarden and a stretch of local grass.
He spent four springs there
while the hedges sopped through sunlight
and the burst of tits and rooks and starlings
renewed the shout of season.
Copyright © Robert Nisbet 2015
Robert Nisbet’s poems have appeared recently in magazines like The Frogmore Papers, The Interpreter’s House, Dream Catcher, The Journal, Prole, Scintilla and (in the USA) in The Camel Saloon, Hobo Camp Review and Main Street Rag.