The Geese It’s a wondrous thing when their migration cycles back to our fields The sky filled with song of renewed faith and hope, Or is that me? A visceral feeling A distant echoing sound that draws me back to self Elevating the beauty that surrounds us to familiar memories The rains come The pastures fill The grass reflects the shifting light Autumn has returned.
Deborah Ketelsen
This article appears in Transforming Valley West.