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Thursday, January 13, 2011


My geese – my ever-faithful geese – have left!
I watched the emptied autumn sky, bereft,
and watched them steal away to tropic lands…
oh how’ll they’ll love those toasty, sun-baked sands!

I cursed their infidelity that day
and bent upon my lonesome, grumpy way –
I’d find some other loyal friend to love!

But everyday I’d check the skies above
and find them vacant as my mournful heart.

Then suddenly – in shy, reluctant March
they squawked once more upon the melting moors!

And I – my injured self! – ignored their lure
(with great contempt) – and sauntered, haughty, off –
remarking how we’ve changed – and how they’ve not!


  1. All we are give geese a chance!

  2. The first time I read this poem, I missed "shy, reluctant March." Exceedingly apt adjectives! And of course, with my love of assonance, I like "sauntered" next to "haughty." But my favorite line is "they squawked once more upon the melting moors" -- I don't know why, I just like the sound of it!

    C. Beth -- great comment!!!

  3. Well...they've been disloyal and rude to me, but...I'll consider it! After all, I'm sure they'll have lots of vacation stories to tell when they come back...


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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