 
Adrift, swooping swallows our only shade
ends indolent inert day,
laying naked in sun warmed ‘muddle’
the gentle sway of bobbing boat
reveals this sleepy scene,
the postprandial glass in hand,
a passage, a chasm,
this hiatus, this pause in time,
adrift, at mercy of our circumstances.
“Up Where We Belong”
plays loudly in my mind as
swallows break this torpid air
serenading their mating call
and this evening song…
@copyright Susie Hemingway.
photo: courtesy of Anne Manning.
Swallows are able to produce many songs, which are used to express excitement, to communicate with others of the same species, during courtship. The songs of males are related to the body condition of the bird and are presumably used by females to judge the physical condition and suitability for mating of males. The typical song of swallows is a simple,sometimes musical twittering.
Blissful <3
Thank you. 😊
How lovely to hear your poetic voice again, Susie… and kudos to the photographer, too!
Thank you Sandy, warming up here once again after a hiatus. Some work has been done to repair and make good my blog once more. Hoping now the ‘nasties’ stay away. I continue to write as I believe it is good for my soul. Do hope all is well with you dear lady x
A round of applause for your forum post.Much thanks again. Fantastic. Cheslak