Daily Archives: September 23, 2015

Goose Prose And Morning Glory

Morning Fog resting gently on the green…
bouncing softly up and down
spitter spatter swiss cheese holes –
Some are clear – can see all the way
some are white – blocking God’s creation –
like an unfinished puzzle.
Above I hear my friends say goodbye…
I stretch my neck and squint through the mist –
See the geese flapping their wings so hard…
Like southward grey ghosts – reminiscent.
“On we go, Mr. John…  On we go!”
“Join us if you can…..”

A moment passes, and a straggler is heard…
“Honk honk honk honk honk!”
Loudly barking pleas for the others to slow down.
This will not be a good year my friends…