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