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…

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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