Monday, 29 April 2013


As seasons
Four swifts go
Screaming through the gardens
Saying “Summer soon!
Let’s go!
It was a chilly day yesterday, and gloomy and damp. But then I heard a familiar and long-awaited sound. Was I mistaken? I watched out of the window, and soon they reappeared; a formation of four swifts, sweeping round for another low pass, like a flight of fighters back from a successful sortie.

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