Winter winds start now, in April.
Their youthfulness shows in the
flickering and lack lustre approach.
A great tit gives it a swoosh
before ending with an anvil ping.
Up in the canopy a crow saws
a fat gust like a thick board.
A blackbird runs along as if
on the flat keys of a piano.
Others hold on with all their strength.
Grabbing the jib of the tree
or waving on the bowsprit.
By Gareth Culshaw
Gareth lives in North Wales. He loves the outdoors especially Snowdonia. He is published in various magazines across the U.K. Visit his website here.