Their honks and
squeaks
called her, caused
her, to turn,
to change her
direction
wayward, family,
turning, moving
to their calling,
their urging
she raised her head
skyward
from north to south
they passed
over our line of
sight, the horizon line,
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 will grip 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.
We revel in the
warm sunlight, cut the shrubs;
we tend the garden,
clear away the fall leaves,
prepare the land
for the change of seasons
enjoying the day
while we can.
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edited November 7, 2015
Southward – v6
(editing version 4)
edited July 31, 2015
Southward – v5
(editing version 2)
edited March 10, 2015
Southward – v4
(merging edits to original
and version 3)
edited April 13, 2014
Southward – v3
edited February 25, 2014
Southward – v2
October 15, 2006 14:09
Southward
(with picture)
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