I wrote this during a Thanksgiving holiday at our son’s house. There is a running trail near where I took these pictures and wrote this poem. This week has been busy as we are tending our son and daughter-in-law’s kids while they are on a holiday. I went running on this trail again for just 20 minutes as I had to get back to get the kids off to school. Hence, this week, I have not had time to write. But, I remembered this poem and thought I would post this. Busy times….
The Geese
The Geese, flew overhead-
Such a noise they made
During my run swooped up & down
I stopped, such a tirade.
The wheat stalks, tall as I
Flanked the gray riverbed
But my gaze was still on the geese
White mountains silhoueatted.
Wind, blowing in a storm
Thanksgiving a day away.
Grateful my legs, my eyes, my ears
River rush, my Heart gay.
The Geese, flew up again.
Stone grayish sky swirling
I turned around, my heart was full
White crusts of snow crunching.
Their wrinkled black v-shape
Same course year after year
Sun, Stars and Earth’s magnetic field
Such Golden Guides to steer.
Black, strong v formation as
A boat’s bow through a storm
Strong as a mother’s constant prayer
No deviation, comforting, warm.
Triangled super strength
Like a horse driven plow
Leading, cold to warmth, dark to light–
Light leads to truth, here and now.
Stay the course, like the geese.
Honk for encouragement
Keep steady on your path, unwavering
Of least sorrow & resistance.
Listen, they are calling.
Stay close to truth & light
Leave dark thoughts and places behind
Like the geese-
Keeping truth always in sight.
Did you make it outside today? Even when it’s cold and windy, I feel so much better when I do. Do the winter months get you down? What are you grateful for?