Reflect

The summer's evening sifts
into the quiet pond
with winging of the swifts.

Pink clouds among the fish,
in depths the heavens yawn
when summer's evening sifts.

Our slow perception shifts.
Sky stoops and blesses, fond,
with winging of the swifts.

Odd act of light wave knits
jet trail to water frond
when summer's evening sifts.

Of all celestial gifts,
not least the twittered song
with winging of the swifts.

Becalmed reflection drifts
through all that we have longed
when summer's evening sifts
with winging of the swifts.