Today the geese came home
to melting pasture
soggy hay
muddy cows
and white-water creek.
Their loud chorus rose up
into chill dampening air,
the messy spate of thaw
smelling of molding winter
and cold sun warming transient spring.
Scarf’s fringe blew across my heart
as I watched them
resume last year’s flight over my roof.
And I was grateful
for I remembered the world does not awaken
until the geese return.
©photo and poem caf