Days of Wonder: Friday Morning


Friday morning
the geese fly over and
I run from the back of
the house to throw open
the front door—stand
on the porch…left behind
by the contrail of that
great honking mess and
watch them lift into a
batting of clouds held
together by a binding of
blue.

  
With Sandy today:
 

Comments

  1. Maureen says

    Lovely, Laura. Two days ago in late afternoon I heard an incredible sound, looked up, and saw at the top of two very tall trees masses of black, and then suddenly one after the other the birds took off until they collected into a great swarm. An amazing sight.

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