SLEEPY GEESE

By Richard L. Provencher

Sun, 16 Sep 2018
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descend in waves of feathers

their wings slowing a great sweep

from distant spaces.

 

Yesterday was tiresome

plowing through buffeting wings

but today they flew over hills

until a lake

allowed them rest and drink.

 

Their tiredness cannot

be measured in miles of flight

unabated honking

telling a story of the rush.

 

 

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Poem
Words that Matter
Nature

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I love to hear the honking overhead, even if it is just the group moving from one lake to another locally. You draw a picture of those sweeping waves of feathers descending. Rhiannon

(by the way did you mean buffeting wings or buffeting winds?)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Just loved your poem Richard,

could see it as a painting in words.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thanks for the observation, R, and for kind words. I wanted something different, like "out of my way, I'm coming in" and flies through bustling wings.

Richard L. Provencher