This evening the sky had a rosy glow at the horizon as the sun set.
There was a half moon, and the Chimney Swifts were swirling around it scooping up flying insects.
“The sky blushed rose
at close of day,
A quiet flame that slipped away.”
“Chimney swifts
stitch the sky with invisible thread—never landing, always weaving the wind
into motion.”
3 comments:
Beautiful photos, Ginny. The poem and quote are lovely.
The mood is just so good! Love the shy purple
Another gorgeous sunset. Interesting how the Chimney Swifts fly around scooping up insects
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