swirling whirling through the sky
swalows play outside my window
through the houses
over the trees
joyous shrieks
on the breeze,
of a warm summer eve …
babes you were
a year ago
you left for warmth
leaving winter snow
now your return
makes my heart sing
as I watch you play and fly the evening by
swirling whirling through the sky
swalows play outside my window
Last year I took this photograph of a family of swallows – and misnamed it sparrows. Anyway the family returned ithis spring, mated and now a new generation sits where last years chicks sat …it’s such a joy to see the continuaton of the cycle of life and hear their joyous chatter as thye play their games outside my window
so precious 🙂 I love watching these little acrobats dart around 🙂
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Wonderful…love the photo:)
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Thanks so much!
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Your poem is so nice and the photo stunning! I can’t tell by the sounds of birds, but mornings I hear a concert sometimes and wish I could figure out the 3 different sounds but one is quite peircing.
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They’re adorable – and the poem makes me happy 🙂
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🙂 glad that you got a happiness stimulation … I was watching their crazy flight and my heart sang!
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🙂
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