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:
I always marvel at the perfect formation in which the wild geese fly. Your picture and poem are beautiful.
Thanks, Brenda. Love this poem.
What a gorgeous picture and thought provoking poem. We would do well to help lift others, too.
Sweet poem!
hughugs
Donna
I can hear them now...
lovely.
Hugs
Donna
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.
Exceptional picture...not only the photos, but your poetry paints the scene too!
Such lovely verse and photos! Wishing you beautiful Autumn days!
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.
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