Shiver
The day the birds stopped coming I
didn’t notice, busy as I was with this
and that, picking bits of fading sunny hours
like dead-heading dying daisies carefully
entombing them between dry pages
of a notebook thinking if I put some sun
away for later when the skies stayed dark
as if a ghostly hand had tightly stitched
my eyes while I was fast asleep I could
slip it out to warm my cold and aching
spaces so the birds would reappear
thinking I was spring.
Linda McQuarrie-Bowerman is a Poet living and writing in the coastal village of Lake Tabourie, New South Wales, Australia. She has been writing poetry since April 2021. Her formal qualifications are in Business Management and Personal Training so she immerses herself in reading classic and modern poets and studying the art of writing poetry. Linda has recently been published in three anthologies, by Viewless Wings.com, and in The Ekphrastic Review.