One Poem by Matthew Thorburn (opens in new tab)

To Archibald Thorburn Kneeling in the Snow near Inverness In memoriam, A.T. (1860-1935) Against the blue-shadowed snow these winter-white ptarmigan—six, ten, twelve of them now—nearly disappear as they settle down to shelter and to feed. Who cares how cold it is if you can see so closely their sleek long backs, blunt beaks, the lines of black and orange around each eye? Here where a bit of gray-brown brush pushes past the crust of snow, one hunkers down into […] The post appeared first on <a ...