Winter flight

Winter flight of the cold, of geese,

unfolds the frost, snow has no

forgiveness

 

the depth of the freezing temperatures

is in the reflected pond, the geese cannot

land

 

snow laden wings tire the unforgiving snow

below waiting to entomb the silhouettes of

autumn

 

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

melancholy are sounds of warmer days

remembered

 

timelessness of the hills where inhabitants existed,

they feel the loneliness, the grip of frost, forgotten

footsteps

 

the sunset opens the window to the night, flurries

begin to fall like brittle glass, moonlight guides their

way

 

to dream of summers past

soaring, endless into

freedom.

Copyright © 01/13/2013 lance sheridan®

geese

32 comments on “Winter flight

  1. You evoke so many rich images, feelings and metaphors with each line. I doff my cap to you dear poet! As always a true marriage of word and image. Thank you for posting and sharing with us.

  2. Silent Hour says:

    To dream of summers past… what a bittersweet thing.

    Your poems suits this rainy day perfectly.

  3. Your winter true to imagery and inspiration. The beauty of the coldest season gives no warmth to those who have to endure it. Even the geese are unable to land in the pond too soft to walk on and not warm enough to swim and they too tire from their long journeys to warmer climes. Winter is a welcome rest time within the home.

  4. Thank you for this beautiful poem. It remembers me “Le Vierge, le vivace et le bel aujourd’hui” one of my favourite poem of Stéphane MALLARMÉ, based upon the story of a swan prisoner of the frozen lake at Jardin du Luxembourg in Paris.
    I wrote a post about this poem.
    https://toutloperaoupresque655890715.wordpress.com/2019/05/03/le-vierge-le-vivace-et-le-bel-aujourdhui/

  5. Beautiful, in a wintery, melancholy way. There’s something to be said for reading this in June. It makes me appreciate the coming summer and makes me want to go out and enjoy the sunshine while I can.

  6. dourdan says:

    “to dream of summers past

    soaring, endless into

    freedom.”

    it kinda reads like a metaphor for the afterlife, with all human lives as the birds.
    🙂

  7. lampmagician says:

    Even in this warm weather here, I’ve got the feeling of the cold,great words dear Lance 🙏👍🙏

  8. A very nuanced and resonant depiction of the arrival of winter.

  9. Great poem. The heavy grimness of winter is well portrayed in your words.

  10. Love this! As a lover of Canada geese, I enjoyed this immensely!

  11. crazywitch25 says:

    I’m a tropical animal, but I enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing.

  12. Beautiful, as always. I could write those words beneath any of your poems, Lance.

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