Their honks and squeaks
called her, caused her
changing her direction
wayward, family, turning
to their calling, their
urging
She raised her head skyward
from north to south they
passed
over our line of sight,
horizon
urging each other for the
long journey
the quest for warmer
environs
Leaving us behind, in the
cold
getting ready for the coming
frost,
the shortening of the days,
the cold
that grips the land all too
soon
Still warm today, yesterday,
despite
the fall chill in the air,
sun yet renewing
before the failing of the
light in winter
Revel in the warm sunlight,
cut the shrubs,
tend the garden, clear away
the fall leaves
prepare the land for the
change of seasons
enjoy the day while we can
edited April 13, 2014
Southward – v3
edited February 25, 2014
Southward – v2
October 15, 2006 14:09
Southward
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