already it’s October
and the time of the starlings
black feathered masses
diving madly between trees
cacophonous dawning
of earlier nights
feather-fanned winds
stirring linden leaves
already lost to the gutters
in damp yellow drifts
of regret
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There you’ve gone and done it again. I just love, love your poetry. Yesterday I thought the sky was turning black at 10 am there were so many starlings diving between those trees. You’ve captured the essence of early autumn beautifully.
Thank you! I owe it to the starlings. For just a couple of weeks in October every year, they flock up and down 4th Ave in Seattle at dusk. I’ve always been fascinated by the sight and sound and definitely miss it this year.