Swallows Flying South

Summers’ end leant:
unnoticed leaves drift down,
pale falls floating, framing
a pheasant, fanning dust into his feathers,

Swallows speeding, grace space,
hunting – heading south – signs say get on way,
not kites – magnificent in flight,
languid flaps, sheers, glides,
gears that take them out
of sight in a thrice,

Sparrows wear the winter,
flow into leafy landings, with
whirring wings – bustle in beech
then fly back en masse,

The blood of plants, retreats
slows to fill out fruits – blackberries,
apples, nuts and fluffy seeds in breezes,
– the roundabout rotates –

Winter sneaks’ browns into bushes
teases amid trees to lessen leaves
succumb to darker days, when
mists hang heavy with drizzle,

Holding onto natures’ coattails, to recover
with flame and candlelight – journey
whilst rolling in flight, when
the planet ploughs its’ track
to nowhere and back,

Peddling in space to no place,
passing planets and pulled – whilst adrift
to spin as the seasons are created,

We ride with fear – Uncertain in an endless sky
Why?

Skydrift Moon Sept. 2021

oOo