Wings! I just love those marvelous feathery wings
Terry and I were driving home last evening, from town, when we thought to take the route through the Confluence Park
We were just in time for the Canada Geese to come winging in for the night
It was poetry in action—a form of music after a long day
The geese were singing in thrilling cords, announcing their arrival, lapsing into small jagged sounds as they landed dragging their feet to stop; hushing whispery sounds as they jockeyed for spots on the mostly frozen lake
The air was thrumming with the sound of wings, and cheerful calls from one to another.
We were delighted to share the evening with the geese and a massive red sunset.
From my world to your heart,