Birds
over Achmelvich
Where are they going?
In such a flighty hurry
and with a near perfect formation
synchronized flyers perhaps
readying for some bird Olympics.
Distant squawks rending the air
migration by 195 paper cuts
heading out to an endless sea
it’s a long way to the next place
Iceland or maybe the Faroes
bleak in their ocean prisons.
Is the grass that much greener
there
than in this Hebridean sunlit
spring?
Or maybe this is just a fly by
a mid week exercise in cooperation
a try out for the leader of the
flock
followed by a sharp turn back east
to some lochan feeding ground
high in the remote Assynt hills.
Wonderful photos and stories, dear Paul. I think I understand your point of view of photography having a "viking" of the sort you describe by bed mate my self. This morning he left the house before the sun came out to try to get images of the full moon over the Rockies.
ReplyDeleteI am lucky indeed, seeing the products of your (both's) quests for beauty.
Keep on the Path, the Tao...
Silvia
Thank you Silvia and nice to hear from you and your itinerant Viking.
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