The last geese

I cast myself to the skies
to fly among the final geese
those that go by night
screaming their last goodbyes
as they discard this northern fall.
For a moment
I’m sure I understand their calls
both soulful at the loss of one summer
yet hopeful of that new one to come.

Dare I too, as each winter approaches,
anticipate a fresh spring?


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