First visit of the year
the barn is 'new'
the roof has been re-thatched and covered in wire
to stop the animals and birds destroying it
and the ground around has been whipped back and flattened
dull greens and purples
a touch of copper, greys and light
shuffled and paged
string whites of the young birches
lurch of ivy moving up a row
smudged pink of empty ends of branch tips
still
as the sound of a gate being knocked in a few fields away
so outlined in the quiet its sharpness cuts sound
sudden mountainous cry of passionate crows
