Posted on March 1, 2015April 15, 2021 Safeguards of Spring The lake is down – To the frozen edges A swan or two And tasteless Geese footing To rocky nests Where they curl into Feathery boulders among The cold pebbles Upon which you’ll slip Next summer Try to find music in Canadian geese honking All night – by morning You’ll know all about Exercising in futility They remain in spite of disdain Small fluffy armadas floating in February 28th’s icy water Honking in a frosty daybreak And, just when you’re ready To curse the freezing dun Madness of the season An arcing muster of mallards Waving in decisive consideration Of parting clouds Lands, arching necks Off which the sun glints its elegant Emerald promise of spring Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on March 23, 2013April 15, 2021 I know It Will Be Spring I know it will be spring When the geese take up and leave Yes, they’re beautiful graceful things Their droppings though my peeve I resent the season Migration filling skies A calendar with reason Even so tears my eyes Autumn, but a slant of change A casual cool correction Beauty in flight high and strange Season’s savage intersection I remember the sun On its loving summer arc Children ever on the run Sleeveless in the park Grown to love warmth and ease And even winter’s thaw I see the cold an ugly tease Catching me bitter and raw Every day the feathered armada Noisily hugs the shore Summer is persona-non-grata And I want it all the more 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...