The Visitors Poem by Richard George
The Visitors
Which bird brings us summer?
The swallow does, from deepest Mauritania:
we are its far Thule.
It screeches solstice evenings
for insects on the wing:
September cools its fire, and melts its heat.
And which bird brings us winter?
The redwing from Siberia:
we are its Riviera.
It feasts on our red poison
to greet the holy season:
April sparks the ice beneath its feet.
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