Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

The Visitors - Poem by Richard George

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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Read poems about / on: epic, september, april, winter, summer, red

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 24, 2007

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