winter flight

winter flight of the cold, of geese,

unfolds the frost, snow has no 



the depth of the freezing temperatures 

is in the reflected pond, the geese cannot



snow laden wings tire the unforgiving snow 

below waiting to entomb the silhouettes of 



the breath of the wind on the bough of the tree,

melancholy are sounds of warmer days



timelessness of the hills where inhabitants existed,

they feel the loneliness, the grip of frost, forgotten



the sunset opens the window to the night, flurries

begin to fall like brittle glass, moonlight guides their



to dream of summers past

soaring, endless into 



Copyright © 01/13/2013 Barbara Sutton and Lance Sheridan


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