Coming Home

They skim across the barren gray-cast sky,

these avians returning to their home—

a hundred count amassed in broken vee,

no risk of snow to hurry them along.

Sporadic now the calls heard overhead—

without the urgent threat of winter storm,

as instinct draws them northward-bound again

to nest once more, to find their breeding ground.

Another sign of warmer days to come

this ritual predating dawn of man…

we watch as silhouettes fade out of sight

content in knowing springtime has begun.

© Ginny Brannan 2014
Read here of their  "Southbound" plight!

Inspired by Meeting the Bar: Rhythm and Blank Verse, shared by Tony Maude. Written too late to share there. Sharing today at dVerse Open Link Night!