Geese take off into the crystal bluish sky
These birds soar weightless in the air so high
Glide along with the murmuring wind
Slide over oceans leaving familiar territory behind
They cover miles with wind under their wings
Hey listen, their loud honking, like trumpet rings
Moving clouds oft shut them out from sight
Grooving, they give the feel of wispy dreams in flight.
mirrored in the lake
geese enhance the sapphire sky
doubling the beauty.
geese floating on pond
far away from barking dogs
minding own business
winter approaches
geese bulk up for their journey~
eating grains of wheat
in v formation
they head south for warmer climes~
honking in chorus
three geese walked into a bar; just kidding
but there were three geese from town of Glidding
They decided to dress in costume for Halloween night.
Pilgrim, pumpkin head, and ghost who was stark white.
They were invited eagerly to join the children throng.
They did not have to honk, so nothing went wrong.
When others yelled out “trick or treat”
they held out their sacks, for goodies to eat.
keepers of the lake
caretakers of the grass
no mowing needed
The birds who
honk, honk
don’t deserve
to be called
birds at all.
They crap
without modesty
or a sense
of direction.
They are arrogant,
long-necked,
awkward standing,
weird looking
birds.
I acknowledge
their existence,
and I realize
that we must coexist.
Still,
they can honk, honk
to hell.
I’m just trying
to run here.
I share the sidewalk
with your feathery asses.
Give me an inch
and stop hissing
at me.
High up I heard the adolescent honk
of their ragged V formation.
I tried to count them as they tore above,
but they rippled and none held neat station.
Was it panting I heard or the whirling of wings
to add whisper to their emphatic call?
One V became two and some ends were crushed
while the middle was rounded by sprawl.
But I must write this quickly
for how soon they pass.
What are they saying,
I wonder at last?
Perhaps all their cries -
to-ing and fro-ing -
are pure encouragement:
Keep going! Keep going!
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I walked through the woods this morning, nary an animal crossing my path. The only sounds I heard were birds chirping, small animals collecting nuts, and my feet as they gently landed on autumn’s leaves and the decaying pine straws.
I rounded the bend and paused just in time to witness the sun’s gradual ascent into the enormous Texas sky. I closed my eyes and stood perfectly still letting the silence envelop me. In the distance I heard them, geese honking. The blue air above me was filled with a skein of wild geese flying in V-formation.
They glided together effortlessly through the sky, homeward bound for the season. I stood in awe watching them noticing the geese had a pride about them, as if they were aware of their own magnificence.
fall equinox brings
skein of geese flying above
interrupts silence
wild geese, sunlit sky
V-formation heading south
seasonal journey
boldly unimpressed
by opinions, fears, and doubts
geese trust the Knowing
The autumn air is crisp like a potato chip
I can taste the breeze baking tree leaves
The color of them dance on my pupils
And I carry them within my spirit like song
The grass still green is freshly mowed
And the geese are hanging around
For the hidden treasures in ground
Like we do at thanksgiving dinner time
The garden is still colorful and bright
Flowers seem to breathe in gold sunlight
And I play hooky from cranberry chores
To take in the sounds smells others ignore
a flock of geese wearing Mafia sunglasses
swooped down, frightening me with threatening passes
They are after me because I am an outspoken wife
Sent by the king, one of them carried a paring knife
Problem is, I still think in the USA we should have freedom of speech
I have been encouraging the rest of the thinkers to try and impeach
Forgetting that these geese are Nazis, and it’s a monarchy, or course.
Coming after the intelligent speakers, and in full bullying force.
V-FORMATION
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the distance I hear the familiar ‘honking’ of geese who were up early continuing their migration south for the winter. I watch them, mesmerized with their smooth glide and V-formation. The geese have a pride about them, as if they were well aware of their own magnificence.
nomadic geese fly
migration's ancient call, loud
instinct guides them on
geese take to the air
honking loudly, they depart
summer's warm farewell
Mother Nature Teaches
via
Geese
m i g r a t i t i n g
once again
intuitively
know
One = All
weak + well
vital vigor
flight soaring
long with
wings kept
tip-to-tip support
uplift motion
onward for All
geese fly in crystal blue skies.
they move in V shape,
soaring and gliding through air
along the moonscape.
with wind under wings,
they seem lunar rays in flight.
their loud honking rings.
Contest of Nette Onclaud
Favorite Things
Written August 17, 2025
When moonlight finally dims
I watch old geese fly -
First daybreak of autumn twirls
As laughter runs by.
New morning---indeed
Wraps me in hushed embrace
A blessing I need!
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