Today the stars fall from the sky
And the gale blows us all to autumn
The wires are howling like winter
Moorlands and meadows
Move like an ocean
Rooks and crows
Still in the wildness
Hang like black kites
on the turbulent edge
But the Swallows
Are finding the space
between the waves
They fly like arrows
Against the tide
These winds disturb me
And buffet my ride
I can cope with the blows
From the front and the back
But struggle to steer
With those from my side.
#CoSopoetry