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.

Copyright Andrew Williams 2004

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