Skien
Despite the temporary V shaped scar
they always leave behind
Now faded and invisible to the naked eye
The fact remains, they scythed
a very pretty swathe indeed and for a moment
They left their signature across our star filled sky
Twas there and then; I swear they moved as one
Oh’ yes, they surely did my friend
and our beloved sky was no less perfect for them
But now they are gone
And I need to find a purpose
I am cold and sense an early autumn …
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Neville (
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A fine write Neville.
Erm, wishing the year away too quickly? Autumn?!
No , I would never do that but I do sense something in the air...
thanking you and true, so I do..
toodle loo.... and no toilet jokes please..
Neville
Yep, I sensed, and smelt something in the air, on a country walk - the manure! lol
They shall come again and winter descend upon these lands.
But a motherly dose of syrup of figs shall clear the way for more of the same old and we shall persevere.
Love the drama and mystery within your work today. Worthy of the several re-reads before i glibly placed a comment.
You just put a smile on this face of mine, thank you DA...
Stay safe & well my friend,
Neville
Intriguing write Neville, that purpose is within you though, just keep looking.
Andy
I am so glad you see it that way GF60... much appreciated, as always..
Neville
Ooooh I too love to stand and watch this special performance - -Introspective and intriguing these migratory lines describing the perfect formation of skeining birds and the "scar" left in their wake.
A mystery we shall never unravel is the sight of such co-ordination in the wild........ glad I caught this piece of keen observation Nev and thank you for reminding us readers to look forward for more of such awesome signatures in our skies.
Hello and happy Sunday dear Fay.. I am delighted you popped in and found these words this mane... they are indeed a pretty and amazing sight..
the inspiration for this particular offering played havoc with my orientation for time and place.. I just could not fathom whether they were arriving late, or departing early...….
Neville
Yes coming or going has often foxed me -- but just to recall that murmur of perfect formation is enough to light up the strings of my heart..... have just posted a heart-warming oldie - just cos I felt like it this sunny Sunday. Keep staying safe my friend.
Thank you kindly Dove me luv......
Neville ⭐️
Well, technically it's still Spring, or maybe for some unknown reason they had to change locales.
You paint a vivid picture here, and the metaphor of scarring works well. And for sure it can disorient the observer, but please I hope you forecast is incorrect. Seeing them when their wings flap in unison can be inspiring. This piece of poetry is for sure a Fav. - Phil A.
thank you most kindly Phil, much appreciated sir..
Neville
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