Hour 22: Winter Geese

a flock of geese

winter a block outside my window —

when the snow flies

and the lakes are frozen

I seldom see them

but often I hear them

chatting about the best places

to find sustenance

and flowing water


come spring

I hear them crying out each dawn

welcoming the daybreak —

I see them walking their new young —

birthed below zero —

crossing my path as I walk to the bus


in the spring

they wing themselves

north to Canada again

I wave them on their way

because I know

they will return to me

this is their winter home


who else can say they have

a flock of winter geese as neighbors in the city

I don’t have to visit nature

she visits me

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