June in England, poem

This video says about itself:

Birdsong at dusk in England, nightingales, Hammerwood June 2013

At 30:00 we hear clearly the nightingale‘s classic call fading out eventually to just the owls. What other birds can you hear?

By Jeff Skinner in Britain:

Friday 30th June 2017

June

Let this poem be a Sunday
morning – quiet light floods

the room; birds tuning up
in the trees run through

a scribbled libretto
of courtship and gossip.

Bring your coffee back to bed.
Today anything’s possible, nothing

irredeemable. Sun warms
the bones of the earth,

in mosques and parks
people gather;

no fire claims a life,
no terrorist owns a bridge.

Jeff Skinner’s poems have appeared in Stare’s Nest, Crowsfeet, Clear Poetry, Ground Poetry, The Open Mouse, Poetry News, and on a Guernsey bus. He was long listed in the Bridport competition in 2012 and shortlisted in the 2015 Wells Poetry Competition. He reads occasionally with Exeter Poets Uncut.