I have just completed “A Blustery Day”—now titled “A Choir of Pine”—four sweeping three-line stanzas revelling in the rush of the wind! I shall now develop its offshoot poem—its working title, “A Choir of Pine II”—which expresses the same but in a different style.
Look who blossoms, yet again in mid-winter! Here in South Africa, July is the second month of the season, but the weather is mostly autumnal, with crisp and clear days: misty in the morning, but later sunny.
Seeing the pear tree covered in flowers this early should come as no surprise, yet the sight never ceases to amaze. Naturally, I recited to it “A Pear Tree”—and I think it approved of my modest effort to praise it.
I was fortunate, this week, to photograph an African Harrier-hawk (Polyboroides typus) in flight. It is a large bird of prey, approximately 60 centimetres (24 inches) in length.