Sunday, January 17, 2016

The Gannet's Farewell.

The steady beat of wings hums across the cold winter air
And the whirling blades carry them overhead.
The clear blue of the sky sings a silent song in tribute
As for the last time, the 'copters fly over the loch.
Later the clouds close in, and the first real flurries
Of winter snow obliterate the hills, and leaden waters,
Mocking the memory of blue and the answering waves.
There will be no such day as this ever again.

Another day, and the skies are grey, and the clouds
Overburdened with winter, and the flakes fall,
Like downy feathers, coating the rain-soaked land
In a blanket of cold, of ice crystals, soft and deadly.
And it seems a lifetime ago that the choppers flew
Overhead against the backdrop of a clear blue sky.

© 2ndwitch, 17/01/16

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