A Gift from All the Saints and Even the Fairies—Thursday, January 10, 2019

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,

Linda

 

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