Swallows-like thoughts dispense from summer’s edge
dissolving into Autumn’s awaiting embrace
following uncharted wind past coastlines,
guided by instincts older than memory,
harbingers of change in the vast entrance.

A migration woven
in a languageless tapestry
painted upon the canvas of transition,
a tribute to nature’s endless cycle
gone, enigmatic beneath the sun’s retreat
into a boundless realm of light
just before everything begins to change