Too Soon

Questions rise, when every year
      An instinct tells them Autumn's near

A sign of season's sad farewell
     They form in arrows, numbers swell

In summer breezes, cool of night
      Against pink skies, with wings in flight

Familiar landmarks they recall
      A southern path, a time to go

They know the way, when autumn calls
      A calling voice that we don't know

The geese take wing, their journey starts
     How sad I am to see them part
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Brown Avatar
September 2, 2009 at 6:01 PM
its amazing how we can hear them from so far. Like the first robin in spring shows the beginning, the flight of the goose is indeed the end of the season The first robin arrives silently but the geese leave loudly. Isn't that ust how it is?
Goff Avatar
September 1, 2009 at 6:23 PM
absolutely delightful! Carrie! I agree! their flight is awesome at this time of year! love, jim
Lopez Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 7:01 PM
a great seasonal picture you've penned here Carrie. You are truely one of the best on this site and definately one of my favorites!!!!:-)alopez
Mcmullin Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 6:33 PM
What a beautiful flower you are, a blossom unique of some wayward meadow, that I shall never cross, in my seasons- Somehow, that just doesn't seem right; and yet, like nectar whispered upon a summer's breath, somehow complete! Thank-you Carrie for your many gifts! love, poet butterfly
Kendrick Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 2:53 PM
Nicely written Couplet. It is amazing how God put into these birds how to know when to go. Like a Lady Always Knows When To Leave The Room. Sara
Moreno Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 2:37 PM
Beautiful couplet, Carrie. Nice rhyme and meter...Raul
Higgins Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 2:11 PM
This is beautiful Carrie....your pictures are so well painted...I can see this all unfolding..well done.
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