Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Watching Wild Geese Fly

Watching Wild Geese Fly

Pepper in the sky
Flying south, flying high
Little black dots swaying
Back and forth
Specks that soar
Above earth’s golden treetops.
A whisper of wind
And they’re gone again
Leaving a blank azure sky.

Waving goodbye to summer,
Watching wild geese fly.

-- Jackie M. Johnson

1 comment:

pjtj said...

This is a very calming poem...makes me feel at peace.