OK, a fresh start for the new season. Kitchen remodel is almost finished (is it ever really "finished"?), garden is winding down, looking forward to the annual wardrobe shift to turtleneck sweaters, and thinking about getting seriously back to work on my book.
This poem is by Patricia Parish Kuhn. I copied it into one of my notebooks many years ago. I think it was published in a local writer's journal. I hope you like it.
Overhead
ducks and geese soar
composing haiku in the sky
celebrating
celebrating
their extended autumnal feast.
Do they know something
we don't know
or will winter wait awhile
content in the attention of poets
and on the midnight hour
strike!
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