Wild Geese
Heading north.
There is no explanation for the strange yearning that takes hold of me.
I hear the calls of the wild geese echoing across the valley and my eyes and heart are hypnotically drawn to the sky.
I want to fly and to follow the wind and the muted cry of the winged leader.
The sunshine casts their shadow across my wistful countenance while they somehow use it's angle to calculate and correct their course.
They know their destination.
Every fall, every spring - they leave me below as they disappear over the horizon.
Comments
Ian
I get that way in spring.
For the layered look of my hair, yes it is easy to take of and feels a lot better.
We will fly with them, one day - I'm sure of it!
when I hear the calls of the geese, I am magically transported back to N.MI. Sometimes I miss my home state so much I ache for it.
Pat
Very nice.
Your comment was, as per usual,hysterical. Haven't found it. Answer was: "I knew you would make a scene, so (he HAD to shoo me out). For the record, I have NEVER made a scene ... in a hotel. ha. Actually, he couldn't recollect a time I had ever made a scene ... and boy is he sorry and helpful this week. He's actually going to clean house tonight with me. I have got to remember to strike more often. Lol.
Happy Easter!
xo
Reminds me of a dog I used to have. You should have seen the look on this black lab puppy's face the first time he saw geese honking in the sky!
"My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes.
A Frankie Laine memory from 1950.
Absolutely no umbrage taken from your comment on Easter post, thanks for your concern and thoughts.
I love that.