Swallows on a day like this...

poem by: George Luis Peterson
Written on Jan 24, 2018

Its a day like this, or a near night so crisp. 

I hear them sing and I concentrate. 

My father's ears, and my grandfather's eyes

Taught me to listen and to set sight,

On the Swallows as they glide, whip and soar, 

Collecting mosquitos, gnats and more. 

They fly like jet planes and fill in the twilight. 

Crafty wing-ed acrobats each calling one another just before the night. 



Unmistakable chirping and singing, sets my heart a flutter.

As they flip and they flit, such a view to behold. 

Hundreds take flight into a darting cloud.

Hundreds more seem to fill the heavens, swallows darting, darting proud. 



I try to mimic their song, as I press my lips together and "chirp".

I doubt that they are really "buying it", even though I believe its worth the work. 

Try as I might my "chirping" goes on in vain,

Barn swallows may lend their ears, but I think its my rude presence they disdain. 



There is a mud nest under the eaves on a house across the way.

It is tan, dry, and lined with cotton, laying above desiccated heathers.

Juveniles perched just outside on an edge, from an original clutch of four,

Poised and plump, and sporting blue-gray tones and some iridescence feathers.  



Biding their time to leave, to be finally on their own. Blue-gray tufts yield 

To cobalts, sapphires, and purple tones. 

Studded in ruddy bronze undercoats, of oranges on the mama's to be,

And even darker oranges on the future father's to see. 

 

Tags: Happy, Rhyme, Faith, Imagery, Deep,

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Fadrian Bartley commented on Jan 24, 2018 at 3:29pm
I READ YOUR POEM QUITE INTRIGUING LOVELY
Christopher Russon commented on Jan 24, 2018 at 10:13pm
Well written with depth.
Roxanne Dubarry commented on Jan 25, 2018 at 10:01pm
I read your poem and was impressed by your keen observation of our natural world. Your poem was indeed," quite intriguing lovely."
Fadrian Bartley commented on Feb 07, 2018 at 4:15pm
but what is it really mean

 

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