Summer’s swallows
They’re here he told us, glee
warming his voice, good news!
And so it was, for all the way from Africa
lured by the light, the lengthening of days
harbingers in flight, flocks
( one insufficient surely for a summer sign)
but here now in numbers, tail feathers streaming,
swoop and sweep, faithfully returned
still paired, programmed to build and nest and nurture
clutch of young, those gaping beaks imperative
chirp and cheep
the busy barns of Léran, broods, breeding
birth, rebirth.
No border no boundary, flights unrestricted
only us earthbound, cribbed, confined
but eyes ever upwards, what glee and gladness
good news indeed!
The martins, saw-wings, hirondelles
summer’s swallows safe, returned.
4th April 2021 Hounoux for John, who told us.
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