The Wisdom of Geese

In the silent dawn

   they gathered...

         lined across the frosted lawn

Awed

   by the spreading glory

        in the sky...

Soundless...

    knowing they must wait,

        must not yet fly...

            not interrupt with winged rustle

A beauty

    too profound

       to be disturbed.

Jo Anzalone 6-11-2007

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