Sonnet From the Porch On Geese

A Sonnet from the Porch – On Geese Why linger still upon an ice bound pond lone feathered symbol huddled warm and dry dining upon the fresh sweet sprouted frond unable to assault the fleeing sky. Bloodline circle beckons climb fall's updraft can nature's simple truth become undone old weary wings abandon ageless craft relinquishing 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 so watch as they depart for future springs. Thus freeing them to hasten in their flight in search of brighter days lost from my sight.