Geese call
mournful fly past.
The year is reborn
Why does my heart
hear autumn’s sorrow?
poem-spring? March 28, 2021
poem- W September 14, 2016
Geese trying a new vocabulary
fly in W formation
I wonder
what will winter wind
waft or wallop webbed wonders
wandering west and south along waterways?
poem- wild geese November 8, 2015
In half a V,
a line of five geese flies to the lake.
Moments later,
another half, line of eight
flies from the lake.
I’m waiting for the perfect V of twenty
or thirty birds, but times have changed
and half the flock
must choose to take the bus
these days, or perhaps, to walk.