Just as I had settled into doom,
I heard the wild call of the first geese of spring
come screeching through the window.
I leapt up like a woman desperate
for good news—leapt up and ran to the window
in time to see a pair land on the pond,
splashing against the water. They quieted
immediately after alighting. And then,
there was only the sound of me watching them.
How graceful they were in the pond,
the water wrinkled behind them, as if their arrival
were the only news, the only news worth telling.
You put another smile on my face
thank you, Nina … thank goodness those geese came along.
They’re back
I heard them first
Then saw them
Silhouetted on the pearl sky
Each one not so special
But in a line
Together taking my breath
With a message
Loud and clear.
HT
so true–as we humans are more beautiful as a whole than as individuals, too.
I didn’t know Harry Teague WROTE poetry! I thought he just appreciated poetry! Lovely! Thank you for posting it!
he’s amazing, that Harry Teague. And a mighty fine poet!