Spring Dusk, a poem
The last song of the thrush before nightfall,
The final swings through the sky before swifts eventually settle:
The ensuing silence – if you can find it – as dusk sinks in
And pink clouds vanish into black.
These call out, loud as swift screams
To all who have ears:
Open the windows, shut off everything else,
Watch the darkness descend and catch the bats first flight;
You are alive now, but might not last the night.
Posted on July 21, 2016, in Ecology, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged bat, blackbird, dusk, ecology, nature, night, poem, poetry, silence, spring, swifts, thrush, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.