8.29.2014

Flying V

A flock of geese flew over
at dawn in late August, honking
as if to herald their departure,
making a big stink about it.

You and I threw a rollicking
gaggle of a going-away party
once, and then we came back home,
relieved & subdued, a year later.

The geese will be back next
season, the falcon pair will nest
on the library rooftop again, & we
like they will be another year

closer to that heralding that fades
as it makes its way across the sky.

15 comments:

  1. What an amazing sonnet of coming and going, what remains and what never can be recovered.

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  2. What Kerry said. Meanwhile, to be part of the cycle of nature is the best way to fly.

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  3. this has such a beautiful ebb and flow to it.

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  4. Such a lovely sonnet...the ending made me peer closely to the flying V ~

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  5. The first stanza .. isn't it a little like they are mocking us when they leave for the south?.. but hey.. they will be back, and what's another year after all... I feel tempted to write sonnets again.. :-)

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  6. very nice write, departing geese; returning pair; have a nice Monday

    much love...

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  7. A great sonnet Marian! Aptly describing the cycle and mankind is no different being affected just like the rest!

    Hank

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  8. You have captured the season perfectly....

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  9. sigh, grasping on to the waning days of summer over here...

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  10. autumn to me is melancholy
    you have evoked that feeling for me

    namaste
    JzB

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  11. Favorite read of the morning, Marian. So well crafted! Last stanza is magic!

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2014/09/02/so-many-lost/

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  12. thank you, friends. September!

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