One Fine Fall Day
The fat, wild geese will leave me soon,
initiate their noisy exodus.
A brown tweed chain, they waddle
through the rustling autumn colours
and slice into the speckled autumn sky.
This flight’s a practice run.
Tomorrow when their bags are packed,
they’ll say their last goodbyes
I can’t afford the trip,
though God in heaven knows
I wish I could.
I wonder, watching in my third floor flat,
if I'll survive the colours of this fall.
Copyright 1998 Ev McTaggart