-- Snow Geese --
by John Herlihy
I ran out into the yard
Breathless and expectant
Looked up into the sky
To see the snow geese
The geese white as snow
Black wing tips soaring
I could hear their cries
As they passed overhead
Day and night they flew
Tens of thousands of them
Their long, ragged V-shapes
Trailing across the heavens
Urging each other forward
With their harsh, sad cries
I listened below in the cold
Left behind for the winter
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Saturday 30 March 2024
Rebecca