Low enough to Gild the day’s light
and allow for the night to harden
our Sun has given the Signal;
for some it’s their first time
for others it is habit
Recommendations to the newcomers
reminders for the initiated
encouragement to the Seniors
everyone speaks at the same time
generating the clattering cacophony
of the Gathering
Such a sudden cloud you Rise together
settle on another wire continue your babble
Readying yourselves
for the oncoming journey South
until the Deep of the night Ices over
and only the Blue Jay call resounds,
you are Gone.
Photograph by Erwin Wybauw
Fantastic–love it! Such a great image and a clear capturing of a tick of the earth’s clock. Keep ’em coming Kiki!
Thanks Melissa! I’ll do me best! 😉
mama so so beautiful!!!!! now its cold 🙁
Yes darling, it is cold save for a few Indian Summer days…! <3
Lovely!!
At night as I drive home over the bridge in Belfast I see exactly what you have described so magnificently Keren…..I always feel there is something unsettling and menacing in it which also comes through in your writing. You capture it all xx
Thank you Andrea! Love to know you experience similar phenomena where you are, way across the ocean! xo
You describe magnificently the scene I witness when I drive home every night over the bridge in Belfast. Your words paint the image so vividly Keren and even evoke the menacing atmosphere as they circle overhead…….
I love how each word slowly draws me in as I wonder what you might be first describing. Then it all unfolds so well – voilà! – like a well-performed magic trick. Thank you, my talented sister!