Spring Migrant

 

 

Silently at first,

you dance across the fields –

unseen, but much lamented –

a solitary visitor yet to find home.

 

But then,

towing the grey line,

my single-track thoughts of monotony

are broken.

A glancing blow across the bows

hauls my neutral daydream back

from wonder to elation.

A sapphire that shimmers summer

through an April morning.

With rustic face tilted and streamers splayed,

you turn a magnificent turn

and grey becomes blue space.

 

And I was sure I caught an avian smile

in that briefest moment;

but maybe summer’s sun

strengthens my own reflection.