Yearly I hear them, Screaming, skywards, Singular. Faint at first. Louder later. Joined, A swirling staccato of Summer, The swifts arrive. The year before has gone; As swift as swifts appear, It’s gone, I know it, now. Yearly, A new year is Upon me. A year I hear As skyward screams. Louder, now, As fledglings join the air, The screams grow louder, Louder, Then disappear. They will return, I know, But do not know Enough to know If I'll be here To hear them.