overhead geese and seagulls
accidentally meet
going south, going west
mingling in my shadow memories
vocalizing greediness
dropping wisdom within
sweeping flight
each of us seeking
warm shelter
dancing in winter's fog
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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This is beautiful. I love the image of the birds meeting.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what wisdom they drop???? (JK)
ReplyDeleteMiss you and hope all is well with everyone.
xoxo
Winter fog can be so chilly, but not in this writing.
ReplyDeleteHey Sweetie, I love this poem. It triggers so many memories, especially the line, "...dancing in winter's fog".
ReplyDeleteI miss you so much,
Mom