T'is the Season...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 27 Apr 2016
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Dusk fast falling,
and I contemplate the day; 
how I’d seen a confetti of swallows
bagging midges over the fields this morning,
and how glad I am they’ve returned to their nest
in the barn again this year.
 
Cinereous – grow the trees,
and in the half-light – think about
the thousands of miles these tiny creatures
travel in their annual migration, and it pains me 
that she no longer shares watching
this small miracle with me...
 
witnessing them gather 
in their twittering masses
on the power lines when it’s time to return
as they dip and dive into the pond...filling 
their tank for the homeward journey
she always used to say.
 
But maybe, the spirit pays no heed
to mundane pleasures such as these...replete, 
perhaps, in itself; as hard to imagine as to grasp 
I’ll never see her again, 
 
but the swallows
know nothing of this...their instinct
driving them on, as sure as the tug of the moon
on the tide, they will survive, and little
do they care, nor should they...not
in the grand scheme of things
of such a small, ceasing 
to be.
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

ceasing to be is never the way it's supposed to be, perhaps we should soar, once moe? 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Amen to that, celtic.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

But you had enjoyed the sharing and the watching, and stimulating each other's thinking of such things. As for eternity, I'm sure the new creation will have just as wonderful things to marvel at! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I do hope so, Rhiannon.  Many thanks for your lovely comment.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Love 'confetti of swallows'. Lovely poem , and images as always Tina. You help us see things through your daughter's eyes, and in a small way she lives again.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Had a sneaking feeling this one would appeal to you, Lindy.  I hope you are well, and thanks, so mucy for dropping by and sharing your thoughts.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You never know Tina, your daughter's spirit maybe flying high, as like the swallows she's free to go where ever she chooses now.

Loved your poem of observing these clever birds.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny...and I hope you are right about my dear daughter's spiritsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

... But not eternally, she has a poem to mark her, your memories to hoist her spirit up further in the happiness of joy shared on earth. Those little moments, such treasures! So glad you were paying attention to the swallows in such detail that you gave their existence more meaning and both your lives more beauty and worth in the process too... The little things - Thank the Lord for those little joys and that we can be reminded of them, especially as they are so special ... Eternally worthwhile :)

You haven't posted for a while, so I trust that you are well. Cyberhugs, Shannan