One Lilac Egg by Noel Connor

By a sedgy pond
near Langley Bush
a  yellowhammer’s nest,
tufted and progged,
rooted in a tangle
of tall dried grass.

A single lilac egg
cupped in sunshine,
the alabaster shell
traced and trailed
in rich brown ink.

Nature flourished
in your scribbled hand,
bedded on a thatch
of rush and crimpled reed,
a poem about to hatch.