Nature's Revelations: God Speaks Through Beauty
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

SILVER LAKE in AUTUMN

September's shadows lengthen
over crimson leaves that taste the Fall.
Two flocks of geese along the sandy shoreline,
motionless, necks arched, peer at the setting sun.
The heavens are splashed with orange, then bronze,
as the sun's flame seeps away.

In some ageless ritual, one flock,
with cacophony of honks and hoots,
flutters widespread wings,
rises to their quest.
Their wings row through the chilled still air,
as they soar into a wide V of shadow shapes
that reaches and fades across the sky.

The other flock rests motionless through all this,
poised, as the day's last tinges soak into night.
Then, in startling unison,
they too honk and flutter as the first flock,
rise, yet soar towards a different goal
in the unknown Northern wilds.

 

 

 

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