A LATE SPRING EVENING

Swallows

Swallows swoop low

over gold-tinted fields;

silhouettes of grass

haloed with apricots and ambers and

waving in the evening breeze

like freshly scented hair.

 

The sun sinks;

the gold fades and

a squeeze of deep orange

pours across the horizon.

 

Cool air sets in

but still the insects endeavour;

floating and flitting

like motes of dust

between swaying shadows.

 

The sun slips away, leaving

a tangle of darting arrows

on a dark blue canvas

brushing tips and

swooping low on

a late

spring

evening.