Out of the corner of my eye
Flying in black waves against the sky
Like an intricate dance
A troop of ballerinas by chance?
Carefully timed in motion
As they fly closer the commotion
Of a thousand starlings
Flitting this way and that
Soaring higher and higher
Swooping back towards the ground
A big black wave… round and round
Acrobatics in flight
Oh what a sight
Starlings on wing
The Daily Word Prompt : Murmuration
It has been a long winter this year. The bleak grays and sparkling white snow clash on the skyline in a fight for the short burst of sun. The outline of the barren trees etch patterns against the heavy clouds clinging to the mountain peaks. A cold wind blows and sends a chill through my body. I awake each morning and pull on layer after layer… like a knight donning his armor for battle… only my battle is against the cold.
Like waking up from a long dream, I look outside one day and I see a hint of color… a green tinge to the mountain sides. I see birds flying overhead, landing in flocks on the wetlands. The small tender spring flowers are beginning to push through the once frozen ground. The snow clinging to the craggy peaks slowly retreats as the sun begins to march north… higher and higher each day…warming me to my very core.
The days begin to get longer and longer, warmer and warmer. The trees push small hard buds that crack open and expose their tiny leaves. The sun climbs higher and higher in the deep blue skies, pushing away the last cold gray clouds of winter. The ice on the lakes begin to retreat, releasing the stillness to the flow of creeks and streams. Ripples of feeding fish awaken as they are released from the winters icy grasp.
Only a short time passes. The awakening of all life burst into beauty. The trees, once stark lifeless patterns against the cold winter sky, now fill the skyline with lively colors dancing in the warm breezes of spring. The air fills with the sound of children playing, birds singing, and the clapping of leaves in the wind. The flowers burst into brilliant blooms as they stretch to be caressed by the warm sun. Spring is here.