Under the eaves of these ancient stones
I lay beneath my dusky pink quilt,
boys beside me sleeping,
resembling mirror image bookends.
To my rear,
the other-side of my stone backrest
I hear a stirring, a chattering,
this has been going on for months.....
.. these stones of old support life,
both inside and out.
Soon colder September days will settle in,
yesterday morning I noticed a glistening on the pan-tiles,
a sure sign new life will be looking for warmth
between the stones, the dormouse and the stoat.
Sometimes I can hear them getting comfy in the still of night.
Meanwhile the house-martins who have
almost been my bed partners, these last weeks,
just a couple of 'punch faced' stones away
are making plans to vacate,
leaving the safety of these ancient eaves,
finding their way to distant shores, a 'foreboding journey' I feel!
But these little sojourners have big brave hearts,
that beat without falter.
September evening air becomes a spectacular show of
new life energy rising and falling, the martins love this new year's added feature,
their very own diving pond just metres away.
The air of hush is looming and my love will soon proclaim 'they've gone',
I know my heart will sink a little, as a mother's heart sinks
when her child makes way, their first steps to school, university, new home.
I do take heed though knowing they will always remember
the protection in the eaves of these ancient stones,
and as the saying goes 'they'll be back!
Postcards from Paradise
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