*The following is a poem I wrote last fall when I saw the snow geese gathering in the sky for their flight south. Now that it’s March, albeit a cold start to the month, I feel the hope gathering in my soul for the first sight and sound of them arriving back in the spring.
Fly high across the stormy grey Fall
sky
Gather in a swirling mass of glinting
feathers
Soar as strong north wind aids flight
afar
And as you go take this years autumn
sorrows
Return in new year with fresh Spring
Joys
I’ll watch and wait in Winter’s long
Cold silence as you
Sorjourn
And welcome sounds in Springs fresh
Sky that herald your
Return
Gloria Guest – Oct 25, 2013
-Thanks for stopping by for a moment –
Gloria Guest 