The Swifts have Gone

Dipping in the green summer days,

cold air pricked and they were gone.

Time to go! Time to wander!

Time to follow those freedom fighters.

Get in front of the grey.

Fly into the bright blue and yellow beyond.

The swifts have gone:

stayed and chattered a while.

Said 'hello', then vanished:

escaping the vanity of life:

So I followed.