Swooping ceaselessly; swallows,
gleaning the seed laden reeds,
are summoned by something
tangible on the breeze.
The imperative call to congregate
for their autumn equinoxial flight.
Gathered together - a toccata
played on staves
of tautly twanging wires.
Dawn. The elliptic flock ascends,
eclipsing the rising sun.
Its radiance, refracted
on swarming, whirring wings.
Warmer southern shores - the spice scented
aroma of Africa borne on the air,
urges them still onwards. Famished, forged
by desert furnaces …
toward a sun-baked land. ...