Barn Swallows

Spring tramples the detachment of cold it heals a winter's damaged heart Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke roots from defrosted ground Barn swallows swoop in the cool air of sparse meadows To rest, to breed in man made roofs A barn's hideaway nooks, soothing like a Sinatra tune Birds of blue plummage tail feather streamers, deeply forked under breasts of white streaks like jet smoke flashes Witt, witt sounds, cheerful chirps that fill dark rafters that spice a world pushing itself to spring Hot specks of flutter Unmuted yearning Chirps, feather light, a bounce of canoodling Bits of song that come and go like lovers kissing in the hay below Poem composed: February 21, 2021