For me the best time of year has arrived...
The common swifts are returning.
Their arrival brings summer to me.
Little lifts me as much as this mysterious bird ♥︎
My heart jumps when I hear their sound.
Their speed is phenomanal.
It reminds me of a poem by Robert Frost:
The Master Speed
No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have speed far greater.
You can climb back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
and back through history the stream of time.
And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
but in the rush of everything to waste,
that you may have the power of standing still--
off any still or moving thing you say.
Two such as you with such a master speed
From one another once you agreed
that life is only life forevermore
together wing to wing and oar to oar.
