A swirl of shadow races across
The clear blue sky that seem to hang
Turning mid-air to follow a pathway
Imprinted on the memories of hundreds
Vanishing behind trees and houses
To reappear on the cityscaped horizon
Twisting once more they fly past
To land settling on tiles and guttering
Roosts long argued for by nature
As the starlings rest for the night
Jostling and crying out into the night
Amazing feat of aerobatics gone
To be remembered again tomorrow
Hi Fiona: I can only think of 3 words to describe this poem. 1.Nice! 2.Very 3.Nice! ! God bless us all-MJG.
Beautifully penned there Fio. This one is special because of its descriptiveness and imagery. Paints a very colourful picture. (At least to me) Ty, Jake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would have rated this a ten. God bless us all-MJG.