Autumn Evening - a poem
- David White
- Nov 18, 2021
- 1 min read
Under a swirl of swallows scything
The cooling air above me I sat,
Their underbellies burnished in the dying sun,
Their dark- blue backs intensely stretched in flight,
Their swooping richness such a blessing
And I thought of the long winging awaiting them,
The miles travelled and their tiny hearts pounding
And I saw how plodding and earthbound I am.

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