Sunday, 3 May 2009

The First Swallow ...



Heralding that summer's begun,


Along with the warmth of the sun,


Swooping and soaring across the sea


Comes the airborne gymnast;


The first swallow.


Soon more will follow,


Reminding me of summers past



And summers yet to come.


Bringing promises of sunkissed days,



Balmy nights


And the scent of honeysuckle,



Roses and hay,



In the meadow where the horses neigh.


Determined bees


Dance in and out of foxglove trumpets ...


Al fresco feasts


Of strawberries and jam


Melting into warm toasted crumpets...


Crickets jump through lush green grass


Drunk on clover.


Then all too soon


The summer's over


And with a heavy heart


I know it's time for the swallows to depart

Once more;


Only to arrive on a distant shore


Making somebody else's heart soar


Once more


At the sight of their return.


And so the rhythms of life go on and on



With the rise and the fall of the sweet birds' song...


© Alison Brown








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