The night sky phases westward
Pushed by the orange sliver of mounting horizon
The cool morning breeze whisps the Barnswallows relentlessly

In paintbrush fashion they sculpt dynamic patterns of flight
Chaotic, defined, hesitant and sure
They whirl winged wonder in waves of living art

Obliterating rooftops in a respite,
Tarring fields and perforating clouds in a swarm
Autumn is their leader - are they coming or going?

Suzanne M. Kelly

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