I absolutely love this. I will stop in the middle of the road and get out and look and listen when birds are gathering like this. I love to see them in the sky moving as one! I love every word and image here!
Jingle Poetry - Thanks for visiting and commenting on my poem.
Kay - Thank you!
Niamh - I love to see them as they migrate in huge flocks.
Kay - I, too, stop to watch, and the sight of them turning through the sky as one always takes my breath away. I never seem to have a camera when I want one, either. Word phots will have to do, I guess.
In apology for LAZARUS. ;-)
ReplyDeleteapt capture of your subject...
ReplyDeletepowerful piece.
beautiful.... what a great song!
ReplyDeletefab, they're so much clearer these days too, without the leaves
ReplyDeleteblack frocked choirboys...PERFECT! :-)
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this. I will stop in the middle of the road and get out and look and listen when birds are gathering like this. I love to see them in the sky moving as one! I love every word and image here!
ReplyDeleteIn the 'hood they wear white shirts and black pants and they don't sing like choirboys but they do have a staccato rhythm.
ReplyDeletewhose wings sing
ReplyDeletesacred songs to Heaven
How evocative of a flock of birds! Lovely poem...
Jingle Poetry - Thanks for visiting and commenting on my poem.
ReplyDeleteKay - Thank you!
Niamh - I love to see them as they migrate in huge flocks.
Kay - I, too, stop to watch, and the sight of them turning through the sky as one always takes my breath away. I never seem to have a camera when I want one, either. Word phots will have to do, I guess.
TWM - Funny!
Cad - Thank you.
Gorgeous!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteYes, I do see it. :)
ReplyDeleteThere's a strange beauty to this time of year.