GOD'S ANIMALWOODCOCKS Announcing THE AUTUMN RETURN

 

I felt her screams when I woke up this morning

Flying in horizontal formation

on the vertical of my house

High above the keep

From Villafranca Castle

From battlements and machicolations

The Moorish sentinels of other medieval wars greeted them

They were the living spirits of past strife

Return trips over centuries

In search of wetlands and wastelands

From Atlas

Announcements of autumn on the steep

From the blue sky

Everything is pure, hyaline

in the novembril matinada

From north to south

From Sweden and Finland

shouting messages of love and peace

Come back and fly and don't get tired

Where do the choughs of my soul perch, where do they water?

Wonderful wisdom of the captain bird

Who guides with his shouts that are orders to the flock

They didn't pass by like other years

But upwind, planning the valley on an esplanade

When heading through the ravine

Today, happy to see them coming for another year,

More saddened, I wonder if it is not this hesitation

Because something was disorienting them

The autumn breeze, the melting of the polar caps?

I cannot affirm with Alberti

"Dove was wrong, he was wrong"

Dear chochas of my long life

You come to brighten my morning

The north is not the south

How well the helmsman who guides them knows it

And the mysterious instinct that commands them

Saluting the virginity of the new day

Protasis and apodosis of summer

On its wings autumn rides

I said goodbye to the happy birds

From my window sill

 

 

Thursday, November 23, 2023