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

SILVER LAKE's AUTUMN

September's shadows lengthen
over crimson leaves that taste the Fall.
Two flocks of geese along the sandy shoreline,
motionless, necks arched, peering 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 chilled still air,
soar into a wide V of shadow shapes
that reaches and fades across the sky.

The other flock of geese rests
motionless through it all, poised,
as the day's last tinges soak into night.
Then, in startling unison,
they too honk and flutter as the first had,
rise, yet soar off on a different journey,
towards an instinct-known goal in the Northern wilds.

 

 

 

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