Sonnet From the Porch On Geese

Sonnet From the Porch.. on Geese Why linger still upon an ice bound pond lone feathered symbol huddled warm and dry dine upon the fresh sweet sprouting frond unable to assault the fleeing sky. Bloodline circle beckons join the draft can nature’s simple truth become undone weary wings abandon ageless craft passing on the future to the young. I cannot travel with them all their days nor burden gaggle with slow flapping wings while longing for the feel of old sun rays watch as they depart for future springs Thus rendered faster in their flight seeking out their day and I my night. John G. Lawless