Thursday, September 22, 2022

Compassion of the Wild Geese


 Adopt the pace of nature:
falling out of V-formation,
a lone goose is lifted

by the power of others.
An autumn palette decorates
the Shewbird Mountain.

Journey through a kaleidoscope,
the foliage sprinkled with spice.
Honking across the cobalt skies,

sick or wounded geese
are protected by their skein,
my cup runneth over.
                   --Brenda Kay Ledford


I wish all my blogger friends a beautiful autumn.
Brenda 


9 comments:

Hill Top Post said...

I always marvel at the perfect formation in which the wild geese fly. Your picture and poem are beautiful.

Glenda Beall said...

Thanks, Brenda. Love this poem.

Elaine/Muddling Through said...

What a gorgeous picture and thought provoking poem. We would do well to help lift others, too.

Donna said...

Sweet poem!
hughugs
Donna

Donna said...

I can hear them now...
lovely.
Hugs
Donna

Henny Penny said...

Brenda, the picture is beautiful and so is your poem. I also love your poem about school starting, and the flour sack dresses. I would LOVE to have a few of those old flour sacks. Wouldn't they make pretty aprons.

Hootin Anni said...

Exceptional picture...not only the photos, but your poetry paints the scene too!

Eggs In My Pocket said...

Such lovely verse and photos! Wishing you beautiful Autumn days!

janet smart said...

Lovely poem. I love the geese here where I live too. There is a pond within sight distance of our house and they like to gather there. I love watching them fly over.