On this wintry weekend, I remembered a poem I penned after taking a walk with my mini Australian Shepherd a year or so ago.
The poem stirred up memories. It also made it to publication this year in Well-Versed Literary Works 2013.
Please enjoy.
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Winter’s Kiss
The cold kiss of winter brushes my rosy cheeks
and snowflakes drop like confetti.
Five gaggles of graylag geese soar overhead
north to south
in the hazy cotton sky.
I stand reticent,
listening
intently
to their cackling,
as if I were multilingual.
They settle in the field nearby,
graceful
as an experienced aviator
sideslipping a glider in for a landing.