The Swallows Return

Flown all my days Trying to embrace The speed I travelled A vortex of beauty I feel it creates Telling its’ story By the scar That is on the Right side of my face I take off Feels like I’m getting closer to heaven When my friends start to fly How violent their cries Of my fellow swallows Caught by surprise The rest of us fly on To brighter days The warmer days We yearned It is us the swallows In the summer, we returned We bathe our feathers In the sunset High above on a wire We are back Our chirping and chattering Announces our return in a choir…