V-FORMATION
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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!
Beneath waxing gibbous moon
like a river's flow
geese go gliding gracefully -
on their backs a glow.
As Luna shines on,
their winging is poetry
soaring into dawn.
A tired man surveys his field
in the morning, still.
Honking alerts his senses,
giving him a thrill.
Can you believe these...
wild geese...with moon on their wings
dropped him to his knees?
GEESE WITH MOON ON THEIR WINGS
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gentle autumn breeze murmurs
summer’s farewell song
geese with moonlight on their wings
in flight and headstrong
across stellar sky
their honks a gentle refrain
never asking why
Is it a gaggle of geese
as the sky turns red
or skein of ducks
flying overhead instead
into the wild blue yonder
and as the crow flies
it's not a murder
nor a tidings of magpies
there's more than one
(for sorrow)
the question I did surely ponder
as they flew into the setting sun
with sparrows I have no quarrel
and yet with the wisdom of owls
for this hunter with his gun
it's like shooting fish in a barrel
Morning, the river belongs to the geese
Who congregate on the bank
Poke about in the grass
Run, take flight, and land on the water
Heave their wings to skim the surface
Noisy and honking, splashing
As they inhabit their domain
Afternoon, the river belongs to the people
Who gather as families and friends
Lying on the grass
Swing out on a rope and land in the river
Or climb in from the bank’s edge
Shouting and calling, splashing
As the inhabit their domain
Canadian geese
the cumulus cloud cutouts...
honk for me to see
In v formation
loud honking proves geese are back
happy groundhog day
COSMIC BLINKING
Moving...blinking the moon,
Brisk clouds drift by
As a flock of geese silhouette the sky;
The dawn will be blinking soon.
please don't eat the geese
it's not part of our culture
they are friend not for
a flock of geese honks
flying in blue skies above
slow busy traffic
Heidi Sands
9/17/24
(C)opyright
geese begin journey
off to florida beaches
for sun sand and surf
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