Lapwing Poems - Poems about Lapwing

... It’s not sweet as the Asian koel’s song. The red-wattled lapwing voices its irrecoverable loss. The bird’s sorrow scalds the night. It was brooding in the serene scrape nest. The black blo......Read the rest...

...Here, the infant Day In a misty hush Lies, as swaddled. Moses, among the reeds! And the Nile's weeds. No wind dares blow up. Stirs, lapwing, leaf. As duck, paddled. Daughter of Eygpt's thro......Read the rest...

...Winter is over the darkness the grey I await anticipating the first Spring day In-between for me ‘tis the season of joy Snow drops and daffodils thrill the hoi polloi Hearing sweet birds as they......Read the rest...

...From a very little age, I have loved birdatching. before we go on a trip, we used refer some books and write down a list of birds to check on. we actually gave up this habit after several of our succ......Read the rest...

...We dance under the walnut in smock We curse the Lapwing in gold and white The veil is placed upon its eyes Our lake is hidden from his sight Upon eight legs I draw the circle near I wept with ......Read the rest...

...Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud, starling mumuration,whispering aloud. Wray of quail,where teal spring, tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling. Nightingale watch a hover of crows, herd of ......Read the rest...

...Lybird are raises voice in happiness Clouds are weathering the leaf in garden Birds and Flowers delighting full The species of birds gets shelter on tree Pins tree grownup to shake hands with sky......Read the rest...

...I sit beside this vast expanse of water, my vision completely encompassed with glittering blue, I blink and look up to the sunshine, before I lose myself, before I become magnetised by flickers of s......Read the rest...

...His wisdom found behind illusion’s dreams, With magic and music combined in song, He leads Man from the grasp of greedy streams The druid god among the divine throng. Whilst in the trees we hear his ......Read the rest...

...Before the lapwing learned to fly Before the flower came to die Or make a presence of death Out of the fragrance of our breath Before the drum And before the thunder rolled A voice Behind the ......Read the rest...

...Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud, starling mumuration,whispering aloud. Wray of quail,where teal spring, tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling. Nightingale watch a hover of crows, herd of ......Read the rest...