Friday morning
the geese fly over and
I run from the back of
the house to throw open
the front door—stand
on the porch…left behind
by the contrail of that
great honking mess and
watch them lift into a
batting of clouds held
together by a binding of
blue.
With Sandy today:
7 comments:
I can see it all right now - the geese and you running out to look up - and all that blue. Oh, the wonder of it all. Have a beautiful weekend, beautiful Laura. Love, Patricia
harbinger of winter...a time to rest...or go south if you're a goose :)
Lovely, Laura. Two days ago in late afternoon I heard an incredible sound, looked up, and saw at the top of two very tall trees masses of black, and then suddenly one after the other the birds took off until they collected into a great swarm. An amazing sight.
Yes! Wild in blue, honking like mad. Gone too soon up here in the way north.
That made me smile.
I love that great honking mess!! :)
Oh, those geese remind me of our summer stay at the cottage. Good memories.
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