Monday, November 13, 2006

There are the geese, back again

There are the geese, back again

There are the geese, back again.

Seventy-five degrees in mid-November
and it seems the leaves are the only things
that recognize the calendar's truth
and abandon their altitude.

I wonder, when they fall,
if they've given in to death
or if they wrinkle up their dry faces,
crinkle-close their eyes
and wish for an easy Floridian retirement.

Their lives are so short
their lips so dry and fragile
and yet, the ones I pity are those
yet dangling, lifeless, in naked trees.

2 comments:

  1. All of nature is alive, stones, leaves, water,I love this sensitive poem.

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