Sinking sun

Swallows surfing
the clean air,
chatter-dancing on
wild sun-sparkling spaces.

Drinking the last of
the summer sun
- a poor vintage -
they will go soon,
squabbling their way to
faraway places.

Summersaulting air pockets
and trampolining thermals,
they bicker - bragging rights
for acrobatics up for grabs.

Ah, but the wind whispers of
coolness on mountains
and chill on the moors;
there's winter to come
with a sinking sun,
snow on the way
and Africa calls
on quiet breezes.

© Elfstone 18/9/2011
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