Ah the Swallows.
Youre still here
Keeping tight hold
to the threads of the summer
As the sun moves southerly.
I'm the child in a market
Holding on
Never let go of the summer.
If I loosen my grip
And turned to look
To some golden autumn beauty
You'll be gone.
Your daisies are bright today
And I feel your presence
Like the hawk,
High in a layered sky
White and silver
Fading to grey
And there, behind it all
Is blue.
#CoSopoetry