I am waiting
For Bewick’s swans migrating
After summer mating
In windy Arctic wastes,
Blowing in snow clouds from the north,
Below them, glow of autumnal earth.
A gentle trumpeting will fill the sky,
Heralding cloud-white cheeks and breasts,
And winter wildness.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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