21 January 2021
Lake ripples as flight leaves to roost.
Heavenward, skyward to amber smudges
fading, white whisps of destination routes.
Formation headwind, compass has steered
wings towards a high.
Calls forth comrades to a V,
not far to settle for the night.
Heads tucked against the evening chill.
Brood a silent feather, watching still.
All present and with a stretch,
red sunrise, flocks to heaven rise.
Back to the lake, till the sun
Dips once again below the sky.
21st January 2021