Crows line the heads of Poplar Trees.
charp and bark, taking to the sky in lumbering pace
Eyes cry in cold air.
An iced pond
everything suspended, still
Mushrooms balloon across chip bark, I pop them underfoot
Great Tits follow in hedges
tiny bulbs poke out of earths face, stubble on a chin.
Holes in the ground, digging Green Woodpeckers.
Blackbirds and Robins keep one eye open
Jackdaws sit in a row on pylon line, suspended over field
Still, dark, dots.
Stone steps, seep cold into jeans.
The chatter of birds
starlings crackle, whistle, pop, rumble.
Low light, cool in colour
hazy, blue, subdued.
echo and burn in fields.
Suffolk Pink is the colour of home.