“They dip their wings in the sunset,
They dash against the air
As if to break themselves upon its stillness”
Swallows ~ Leonora Speyer.
The hirondelles are here hitchhikers on a temperate wind out of Africa even before winter had migrated North - perhaps they did not leave after all, after that last September day when the sun kept back reserves of heat and insects ascended in the vortex out of the thermals with piercing glee the fork-tailed birds scythed and boomeranged through swarms fast food for the swift metallic saw-wings a skim above our heads then dipping sipping the bright tidal waters hand in hand, faces upturned, we turned roundabout with child-like awe mesmerised by movements, those oh so enduring moments before our world tail spun into grief I've watched hirondelles here again and the whole swallow summer is yet to be only you will not return to see
Notes: Hirondelles – Swallows (Fr) – passerines of the Hirundinidae family
Joining Sherry as she hosts this Sunday’s Poetry Pantry