Dark skies, whirring overlooking
Illumination light, clear of clouds
Clutching, rising, bird flocks blooming
Gathering in denuded trees in crowds
A year ago, here I sat watching these
They came back, and now, leave again
Lifting, scattering, flocking in the breeze
Gathering, as to fight without bloodstain
Heavens above full of dusty birds in flight
Whirring, whirling from one shape to another
Nearing winters sun, breaks through bright
How they flit and play, as if to some conductor
There, so very high above in murmurations
Never lost from my sight as they dip and sway
Up, down, dancing with their leaving aspirations
For times span, they’ve swayed dark skies grey