Warm September morning
The geese are back, noisy and disorganised
on their daily commute.
A haze lifts from fields glistening with a heavy dew,
and eastward, above a band of bright cloud,
the felltops float.
The hedge is red with haws
and, bright against a pyramid of tight black silage bales,
a robin pauses in its insect hunt,
poses, ready for its close-up.
Swallows and martins still climb the air,
swerve and stutter,
pin-sharp against the clear sky,
training for the marathon to come,
but the swifts are already gone.
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