Flight
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!
2 comments:
Ann! LOVE your poem!!!!! Great picture, too!
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. ;)
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