Geese in autumn

We stood by the lake-edge watching a gaggle of geese on the far side. A friend spooked them deliberately. And they rose … to become to skein … and then a wedge, on their flight south. Magic.


GEESE IN AUTUMN                                                   geese in flight2


congregate in rafts of commas
necks curved for the clause


they will write on high air currents
hands in pockets I watch
as they float on a long ellipsis
to a chapter where insects
skim smooth water


the geese hold questions
that become conversations
on a slow afternoon
between myself and a friend
while the birds spread
black and white wings like stories
told between soft covers

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to Geese in autumn

  1. Jon says:


  2. And then there’s duckies …..! Have you ever seen a two-toed duck?

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