by Peter S Gardner
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Intricate marks across a page of sky,
Formations fall into the green ways,
That are full of fields,
Turnings thrown wildly through hills,
Through hollow imaginings:
The ways of mellow birds,
Flocking northern geese
Patterned black and gray,
With the white sign of bondage
To austral navigation.
Stopping in the wayside wetlands,
Surrounded by films of ice and
Drying reeds, they collect in the canon
Of color, as the language of autumn
Drives them toward an equinoctal reverse,
Toward a consummation with a history
Of gold-filled galleons,
A season that has passed, as will
The frozen air of the hemisphere they abandon
Both before and after the oceans swallow
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|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|What a thrill the subjects of this poem would get if they could read these lines and wallow in the majesty with which you have rendered one the great events of nature. It is our good fortune that your literary vision elevates your pen beyond the mundane surface and allows you to engrave line after line with such a mesmerizing sense wonder.|