While working in the garden this morning a pair of swallows flew overhead.
A sign of Spring.
One day they arrive in a frenzied flight,
On a beautiful morning, with sky so bright.
Swooping and soaring, they show off their skills,
Diving and spinning, they perform at will.
Hunting in flight, with acrobatic flair
Butterflies and moths come out (if they dare)
The season is short and soon they are gone,
To a much warmer climate, where they belong.