The Geese Turn Journal Pages

Another year and I’m caught off guard,

A thousand geese have taken flight…

Heading south for the winter,

Resting on our prairie tonight.

Nothing halts this miraculous clock,

Launching their seasonal trip…

Sadly, I can’t slow down the seasons,

Time again, slips from my grip.

In my youth, their flight was poetry

Wings lent themselves to rhyme.

Each season’s flight in my senior years,

Erases year after year of my time

How long until the flock gathers,

One by one, again beginning to fly…

Leaving me weak on the prairie,

The goose left behind to die.

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