rain fell heavily
across ancient memories
I clearly saw truth
scrubbed clean of invented dreams
my anserine guise unveiled
Categories:
anserine, dream, memory, rain, silly,
Form: Tanka
Last winter on the village pond, but three
Geese. Brilliant white with yellow beaks, come see,
With pride they sit and guard the village green,
Such anserine confidence must be seen.
Spring spawns new life right here, remarkably,
Nine gangling goslings waddling awkwardly.
Maturing fast, they shed their yellow fluff.
Clad now in snow-white feathers, smooth not rough.
They sail around the pond with dignity,
Their orange paddles working regally.
Watch carefully, you think you have their measure,
But at the slightest cause they honk displeasure !
Traffic halts. Across the road they straggle,
Haughty heads held high and tails a-waggle.
Categories:
anserine, bird, spring,
Form: Couplet
A skein of Canadian Geese
fly above snow laden treetops;
Wave after wave crossing the sun
impelled by internal instincts.
Their discordant cacophonies
impel eyes on the ground upward:
young children pause their snowball fights;
Adults halt shoveling their sidewalks;
Motorists at intersections
crane their heads through open windows
straining to see their journey south.
Inharmonious honks fade away
Leaving anserine memories
and winter’s crystalline silence.
Categories:
anserine, winter,
Form: Verse