Maybe it is the sign of
spring
When I see a pair of geese honking
Above the trees, a trumpet
heralding a new morning
Maybe they bring tidings from the south,
Grains from river, sticks from orange trees,
The colors of the sun, bursting
like pink tulips
Maybe they hear waves turning under the full moon,
Unmistakable beat of a primal dance, lost to me in
my city shoes-
Beautiful as an infant’s cry, thrilling
a mother’s heart
As white wings soar, remembering the path-
Their faith, steadfast in the unpredictable skylight-
Where heading for home, a
beginning-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - While going to work, I saw a pair of geese flying overhead our office. There is a group of them that comes back every year, and the females would nest on the same spot, the plant box at the back parking lot. Well, let's hope spring is just around the corner.
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aspiring and lovely
ReplyDeleteI hope you're right and that this is a sogn of spring - as there's snow on the ground here in KY today :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written as always.
ah maybe you have it...maybe they bring with them the warmth...maybe they have more promise than the groundhog did...ha...i think often the animals know more than us...more attuned to nature and the world...
ReplyDeleteI'll hold you to that, as the warmth is wanted at my mat of course not too warm though, need balance but anything beats snow.
ReplyDeleteAs white wings soar, remembering the path-
ReplyDeleteTheir faith, steadfast in the unpredictable skylight-
Where heading for home, a beginning....So beautiful, Grace. :)
That is lovely Grace!:)
ReplyDeleteIf you are feeling anything like me, I'll even take a car honking a sign of spring! Gee I just can't believe it's still winter in most places when we should be having spring! I noticed every now and then more birds gathering in song, and then another snow storm hits and they are gone. I wonder where do they go in times like that?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. The geese pass overhead here on their migrations. Seeing them heading north is usually a sign that spring is coming - this year it has just got colder since I first saw them. Mind you, I'm just back in form a walk and while the wind is really bitter, there is spring-like warmth in the sunshine when you can get out of the wind. Perhaps spring is coming after all.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Grace. Love the idea of geese bringing tidings from the south. I do hope it is a sign of spring as well. I just LOVE it when I see geese heading north.
ReplyDeleteReally, Grace, this is my favorite of yours. I especially like the third stanza.
ReplyDeletewe have a saying in germany: one swallow doesn't make a summer but i so hope that those geese make a spring...can't wait to put my shoes off again and hear this tribal beat...
ReplyDeleteOh the loveliness of a geese honking... I long for spring. I long and long.....
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem, reminds me of my years on the prairies where the first sight of Canada geese really did herald spring... here on the west coast, though, we have them all year round (but i still love to see those v's against the evening sky)
ReplyDelete"Maybe" gives the whole piece a wondering feel. Just so beautiful... Adore this poem and admire the way you link yourself in to it by the reference to the city shoes. Nice.
ReplyDeleteGrace, how beautiful. Yes, migration is something very much like hope.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, we have had great flocks of snow geese here recently, and they give me such hope that spring will, eventually, arrive. Really lovely imagery in this.
ReplyDeleteThose Canada geese are heading back to the tar sands land. Each year there are fewer migrating butterflies coming up from Mexico to California. I wonder how the geese are faring in global climate collapse. What will find when they arrive home and everything is changed?
ReplyDeleteFingers and toes crossed!! I want Spring!!!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful - you captured the beauty and mystery of birds perfectly.
ReplyDeletesteadfast in unpredictable skylight...so good.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful inspiring words.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you get better every day. This is really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh I love that the geese have returned - such an evocative and wonderful early spring poem. Beautiful all but really love the second stanza, the grains, the sticks, the tulips - K
ReplyDeleteA truly elegant write Grace :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteOh yes...a beautiful sight indeed...just lovely!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is bursting with enthusiasm for Spring. You've truly captured that excitement for new beginnings :)
ReplyDeleteLovely (there is that word again)poetry, Grace; the geese arriving here now in the PNW..their population not as romantic if you happen to live on a creek where they tend to leave their business on the lawn, but I still love the wildness and beauty of them ;)
ReplyDeleteI feel absolutely freed by your verse and the lightness of my spirit wants to soar too. Lovely Grace!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Grace! That second stanza resonates with me...the colors and imagry so vivid. Beautiful, hopeful song of renewal :))
ReplyDeleteI do hope with you for Spring days :) Lovely.
ReplyDeleteGrace, I believe spring is on her way to you. I love the part about your city shoes, often we wear them and can't sense what the animals around us can. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletePamela
..ha...kung kaya ko lang talaga ipadala dyan sa Canada ang sobrang init dito sa pinas Grace napadala ko na.... haha... smiles...
ReplyDeleteMigrating birds are such a powerful metaphor. Liked these lines especially
ReplyDeleteMaybe they hear waves turning under the full moon,
Unmistakable beat of a primal dance, lost to me in my city shoes-
Beautiful as an infant’s cry, thrilling a mother’s heart
a reminder to take off our city shoes now and then..
I do marvel at geese flying in formation, so sure in where they are headed. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteYou signal the arrival of spring beautifully !!!
ReplyDeleteI pray that this year's coy spring will actually come round that corner soon. I'm coooold. But I have faith in the wisdom of geese, so perhaps you and they are right!
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely.
ReplyDeleteInspiring and full of evocative images. Love the form and the well chosen picture.
ReplyDeleteI personally am not going to hold my breath waiting for Spring and even when it gets here I am not taking the lining out of my field jacket until JULY!
ReplyDeleteIt seems we are all ready for season's change, for Spring. It inspired my writing this week too. Lovely words, you captured it well!
ReplyDeleteYou paint a beautiful picture of hope in this one, Grace. And you know what they say; hope SPRINGS eternal!
ReplyDeleteWonderful capture of thoughts set in train by the sight of the geese. Beautifully realised.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful thought your poem gives us, as it has been such a long winter here on the East Coast,, "Where heading for home, a beginning-" I hope so too, Grace,,
ReplyDeleteI like the sense of yearning you create quite delicately here - a pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, you had me seeing them too in every detail.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful... if only we had faith like that
ReplyDeleteGorgeous vision...I love this poem Grace!
ReplyDeleteIt is filled with wonder n' magic~
I love these lines:
"Maybe they bring tidings from the south,
Grains from river, sticks from orange trees,
The colors of the sun, bursting like pink tulips"
Stunning!!!
Lovely introduction to Spring.
ReplyDeleteA good sign, I believe. :-) Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteheading home for a beginning! lovely, what better way could be to welcome the warmth of spring!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Grace as i keep seeing snow drifts i wonder how far spring is away and the way you capture the fluid flight is wonderful and so vivid
ReplyDeleteYou prompt a reflection in me on spring, and autumn, and nature's certainty - and all from the word 'maybe'....
ReplyDeleteit's a very optimistic poem!
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