it is so

the sky looms dark, as black as night
six seagulls twist and turn in flight
the wind is whispering a tale
of rain and sleet and howling gale
i stand and gaze upon this scene
and long once more for spring time green
and then i glimpse but don't believe
for sure, my eyes my brain deceive
for swallows breed in warmer climes
they all take flight in winter times
and yet they're here, in swooping flight
the swallows of our spring delight
first one, then two, then quite a bunch
in swift pursuit of insect lunch
now, it's impossible, i know
these birds like sunshine not the snow
they all fly in in april, may
and yet i see them here today
it's still the first month of this year
no way their species should be here
has mother nature made a change
the weather has been kind of strange
i guess, perhaps, i'll never know
just why they're here, but, it is so

Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann