Poetry in flight
At twilight, more night than day,
I hear the unmistakable sound
of geese toward the west.
Darker than the sky,
two Canadian geese fly
overhead, honking loudly and though
others might think them lost, I know
before night consumes light, they will
swim on Lake Cumberland.
After daybreak the next day,
thinking about you, I turn around,
look up, again toward the west
into a blue promise sky,
and two geese, the same two, I imagine, fly
past. My thoughts go with them; go toward you,
away from the east and its red glow,
dawning. All that I could ever feel
for a woman,
I read into the poetry of their flight.
You turn nicely to the personalized part in the second verse. I really like “blue promise” sky and the red glow of the dawn. Beautiful.
You pick up the weather lore, blue sky a promise and the red sky of morning as a sailor’s warning. Thanks for that…
This has a really nice rhythm to it. Lovely scene. Lovely sentiment. Nicely done.
Thanks, Jasmine for reading and commenting.
You catch the universal urge to watch birds in flight and the personal one of letting your mind fly with the geese to the woman you love.
Some things are easier to catch than others, Jim. Thanks for your insights…
Your poems show that human connection you/we have with nature and you do it so well. Last line is a stunner!
I believe in the power of nature, beginnings, and, as you say: last lines as a stunner, strong exit.
before night consumes light
I like your: Yes! Thanks, Pat…