Migration Story

Migration Story

They fly in a V formation, a skein
of Canada Geese, honking
joyfully as they arrive back at the
lakes and ponds where they were born.
Landing on the water, as if on water skis,
they trundle together onto land making
soft sounds in a language of their own.
They make me think of a superfluity of nuns
in their black wimples, reciting prayers
of gratitude for a safe migration.

MIGRATION

The Garden Gnomes are writing Fall Acrostics today

 

MIGRATION

Maybe someday
I will understand the mystery of the
Great migration – when
Raptors and geese
And swallows heed some ancient
Tocsin to leave behind the Northern autumn
In search of warmer rays in the South
One day maybe I will follow them
Never to return