They fly across the gray sky
Those soldiers of the season,
Tighter and looser formations
Varying sizes of flocks
I hear the honking, their calls to one another
"Are you there?"
"Did we get everyone?"
"It's growing cold again."
The north winds shake the color
from our mountains
Rain pours into the rivers, out of
My eyes, down my cheeks
The banks are flooded, the roads
Washed away, one more friend
knocking at my soul
And I am flooded too
I want to jump in line
Form a V of my own, know
Instinctively which way to go
Call out and hear my mate's echo
I have always loved the fall
Crisp sunny days, brilliant shades
Of red, orange and yellow mixing
with the evergreens
But this one seems too long,
Too sad, and I'm ready to
Land, like the geese
In warmer waters
Sarah Ward, c. 2007
beautiful sarah! it seems that even though we are more connected than ever these days, as a species, we are still very much alone in our own heads. other species seem to be much more connected, both with each other and with the great mysteries of life.
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