Thursday, 8 April 2010
I saw the first Swallow of the year today, high upon a warm west wind.
Beautiful, in the sun.
I wrote this when I got back.
Upon the scythe of a high turn, slicing,
Through the white silk veil,
Of low cloud, arcing awing,
She flickers, chasing sunbeams,
Summer‘s envoy, slick upon the wind.