our day loosens itself from
a cocoon of cold
step by step the earth opens
to push us beyond
sacred oblivion, for here lies
a heathen hope
this dance--survival or riddle
whose time is come
in the surreal syntax of seasons
the ones you love
have heart-to-hearts, break hearts
uncatchable as rain
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Pic: Geese on the Red Cedar... they're vicious when I meet them on the path, but so graceful in the water. The light was just lovely today.
5 comments:
Pretty.
There are so many geese around here, and sometimes Rex and I will see groups of like 50 of them adjacent to our walking path. They are terrifying. So beautiful, yes, but ahhhhh they are like a walking horror movie!
Oh, it truly is a heathen hope! I love the alliteration in this poem. It's so well done. Lovely.
The photo is beautiful (even if it features Canada geese, my sworn enemy). The water is gorgeous.
Thank you, friends!
Nicole and Nance--sorry those geese brought up horror and memories of enmity for you. Ha!
Hannah is so scared of geese. LOL. We scared them once coming around a bend and they flew away, but they flew really low and close to our heads. She has true goose trauma.
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