Geese

 
The flapping of wings
As the meadowlark sings.
 
Sun is rising,
Not so surprising.
 
I can hear their song,
Coming in strong.
 
The new Fall coming,
Has arrived in my longing.
 
The splendor of the geese,
My heart feels the release.
 
I envy their freedom,
Yet, yearly they come.
 
 
 
 

C. Monette

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