Geese
air borne
organizing V,
chatty winged
cousinage,
heads South.
One flies contrary,
mate and tribe
lost, alone
but still
chanting
ancient lays
to North
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I am in the grandma zone, a long time writer and poet, posting at Crone Henge and BWL these days just because. Wish I could travel, and last year I was lucky enough to get back to the UK, specifically to Avebury to reconnect with the ancient temple. Hiking, camping, lover of solitude, cats, moons and gardens.
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