September Birds

 

Flying Ducks

Above us fly ducks
Sixteen silhouetted shapes
On a wall of sky

 

Long-tailed tits and great tits

A little storm flies
Through the garden; whirlwind calls
And lightning flash wings 

House martins

I watch from the door
House martins drawing sky signs
A language of wings

House Martins in September

Sycamore seeds spin
While House martins circle tree
Spirals everywhere

 

Swallow and swift gone
House martin hesitates; a
Late summer harvest

A week of sunshine
And the House Martin’s picnic
Fills the country sky