Snow Geese
Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
One fall day I heard
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
a flock of snow geese, winging it
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun Continue reading “Held my breath as we sometimes do to stop time”
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun Continue reading “Held my breath as we sometimes do to stop time”