Swifts
In spite of it all
The mess we have made
Humans despoiling the planet
Drought and flash-flooding
Surplus and dearth
The Earth plundered for greed
In spite of it all
Hark, hear the call!
This much is still right with the
rhythm
The way that the world should turn
Swooping they come
Black brown in the blue
Here for the summer to breed
In search of the eaves
Remembering a roof
Homing from African lands
Day after day, asleep on the wing
Never a foot to the ground
Resilient returner
Announced with a shriek and a squeal
In spite of it all
Look, crack in the wall
Rejoice for the swifts are come!
27th May 2012, Hounoux by the pool
From Linda Graham
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your poem Sally. I feel the same. A little group of swifts regularly visit here. I don't know where the nest site is but think I would die of melancholy if they stopped coming. Summer wouldn't be the same.