To long for the tall and rounded neck

Of the swan overwintering.

To wind it round all snug and warm,

Tucked and sheltered under wing.

 

To see me through to daffodils,

When the long nights up and scarper.

But first the wind will undress trees 

And its bite will get much sharper 

 

For now the song has dimmed to still

And the sun just won’t stay put.

The air is grey and damp however, 

It's crisp and amber under foot.

 

A prize too good to go without,

To follow sun and migrate.

And know I’d miss the autumn sky 

If I too chose to hibernate.