Author: A. Adams Elias
A. Adams Elias lives in a wonky corner of Boston, Massachusetts, where she writes more than poetry.
Free Birds
The swifts flock, swooping clouds, And string together on telephone wires. White breasts, black wings: they fly At the time of leaving when leaves turn, And they turn southwards and cry. The egrets assemble on the mill pond, On overhanging branches in twilight. White necks, black knees: they soar When the time comes, above trees, …