the goose/field sonata

the lines got crossed
when it comes to
sun-months and clear days.

it's been warm and
welcoming, the sky
whispers stories
(but only at dawn)

the geese returned early
and now, they sprinkle
the open fields in numbers
that rival the raindrops
and outlast the day
perching about and tapping
at the ice below their feet.

i am a watcher of worlds unfolding.

2008-02-12 | 10:39 a.m.
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