Over hills and rooftops
on moonless nights we soar;
as ancient siren calls us
to travel south once more.
“Keep moving” her song echoes
“for winter rides your tail.”
“Head down that southbound skyway
before north winds prevail.”
Abandoning the northern ponds,
the grassy lakeside shore—
the feeding grounds we’ve come to know
for coastal
corridor.
We’re called to heed the shifting change
on rising currents, sail
underneath the star-filled nights,
through morning’s pensive veil.
You hear our clamor overhead—
our cries hard to ignore,
we fly the southbound skyway
in seasonal encore.
in seasonal encore.
© Ginny Brannan 2014
smiles...i guess it is migratory time of year...goodbye my bird friends for yet another...we on the other hand adapt to the change...and perhaps slow down a bit and enjoy life...
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