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
Showing posts with label Canada Geese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada Geese. Show all posts
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Labels:
Canada Geese,
Juliet Waldron,
magic,
metaphysical,
Poetry,
relationship,
wild geese
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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