A poem by Andrew McNeillie.
This late spring, and spring was late,
the Goldfinches came
riding in the tops of next-door’s silver birch
as it took on a wash of green. […]
A poem by Andrew McNeillie.
This late spring, and spring was late,
the Goldfinches came
riding in the tops of next-door’s silver birch
as it took on a wash of green. […]