The geese come flying low this morning,
two of them skimming the treetops,
their crawnky call timed with the pulse of
And I do.
Gray-white bellies buoyed by the breeze,
wide wings flapping,
long dark necks stretched out straight,
they’re the picture of persistence,
They know where they’re going—
I’m guessing the zoo,
which is not so far if you’re airborne.
They will be guests
at a lucky gathering of geese on the lawn.
They’ll flock and strut and lunch
and gather goose gossip
and rise as a group at sunset,
free to thread their own way
back through the sky
to where they began,
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
Nature of the week – looking up:
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