I never cease to get a tingle on the back of my neck when I hear and see a skein (scots: flock) of geese fly overhead. It's a reminder that the seasons flow and this world continues to turn in all its majestic glory.


The seasons come, and go.

From misted shadows a call is heard
overhead and yet unseen
The pinkfooted geese high above
Fly in an ordered "V" shaped skein

They tell us of the winter to come
Announced by meloncholic call
The Harvesting's over, all is done
Waiting now for the snow to fall

Busy cackles on stubbled ground
Feeding on the grain that was missed
A reminder of dark days to come
Biting winds and rains persist

But then it comes the time to leave
A long journey home to make
Tumultuous flocks head towards the North
Leaving our Spring-time in their wake.







Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-28 at 13:28

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Vivid, cadenced, accomplished. Thank you for sharing this poem.
2019-06-02


Sameen
I enjoy this poem. Your use of abcb rhymes and the simple tone of your poem really lets the subject matter (the geese) shine through. Well done! Thank you for posting
2019-05-29


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The most amazing sound I heard. Were a flock of Canadian geese
flying over my head flying my road home. I recon they were lost curt maybe by a strong wind. Or maybe the goose leading had misread his/her map! Never seen that before or sadly since! I head them before I saw them, thinking it were my fertile mind at work, till I looked up in to the blue sky! A site and sound I will never ever forget!
Ken D
2019-05-28