Wed, 01 Oct 2014
Looking out across the fields –
the sky cracks open...luminescent,
pale yellow like the yolk of an egg;
6.45 a.m. – not long to sunrise.
A gaggle of geese erupt from below
a crackle-glazed horizon, splicing
the silence, as tirelessly they speak
the language of those not burdened
by reason, only rhyme.
Could be they’re bound
for that crèche of stars, fast-fading,
way up there.
Morning peels back
under their wings; today’s, and
tomorrow’s October, lies
beneath their leaving.