Swallows in November.(Rewritten).

Swallows in November? Even the flocks are fooled

By unexpected sunshine, winds strangely soft and

                                                                           mild,

Leaves late in falling, red roses fat as apples,

Grape Hyacinth already flourishing, tangled shoots

                                                        an opulent green:

Above this Spring like scene the swallows soaring.

Words that are strong and true are hard to find. I pack this 

Half made poem into my jacket pocket. Maybe thoughts

                                                                      will coalesce 

Into coherent images on my Sunday walk. The pavements 

                                                                    shimmer white,

Reflecting surreal brightness. The scales of nature tipped

Way out of balance             reveal a toxic paradise of heat.

Instead of flying south, swallows over winter in Somerset 

                                                                              and Kent.

The walk has cleared my mind, I can now complete this

                                                                                 poem

In the privacy of my kitchen, the mobile phone turned off,

But a sound of evening birdsong makes me pause before

                                                                                I write.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

November 22nd. 2020. - December 1st. - 7th. 2020.

This is poem Number 7 in my November 2020 sequence of free style sonnets.