These Autumn evenings
when the light is soft and low
and birds wait in the trees
for that clarion call, that inner urging
to move on, fly south, fly free…
In dark silhouettes they settle in silver water
black capes, long beaks, long legs
at rest for tonight
at rest for now,
yet always inner restlessness
denying them permanent peace.
I see the ducks take to the sky,
I hear the rustle of their beating wings,
I feel my own restless heart pulling me onward
to some unknown place I have not been,
or a return to one I have loved before.
These autumn evenings bring restlessness
and sunsets of such wild beauty
to break your heart.
Photos taken at Sweetwater Wetlands in Tucson, AZ on September 17, 2013