Monday, November 10, 2008



They swoop and dive
Swirling together
In formation
Chattering directions
Or is it gossip?

The black ribbon of birds
Flowing and flapping
Snapping in the wind

Over the fields
Golden in the
Weakening sunlight

Over the crimson trees
Fiery and alone
In their richness

Up into the North sky
Feeling the chill
Ready for their
Southern trek.

Take me with you!


Kelly said...

Ann! LOVE your poem!!!!! Great picture, too!

Ann E. Bryson said...

Thanks, Kelly! It's been a while since I've done poetry, but I saw these birds flying together this weekend as we were driving, and I couldn't resist. ;)