Fare Thee Well


In southern bound undulation,
they float on unsteady breeze -

their black wings
stretching to the horizon.
Their path
lengthy
and
rising
and
dipping,
then rising again...
Chased to the far beyond
by frost and damp and inner
timepiece.
Their disappearing cries beg us believe
that as surely as the sun will rise again
they too shall return -
on the other side
of winter.

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Poem by Pamela Tyree Griffin
Photograph by Brandon Bankston
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