THE GEESE

Unearthly and unannounced,

A gust of geese

Drove out of the December sky

To disappear behind the elm copse.

Neolithic, goose-honking dawn:

In that moment I stood speechless,

Spellbound utterly

By the mysterious omen,

The blinding Damascus-vision.

Then gone,

Quite sudden,

As if snatched back from a window.

I waited, but they never returned...

May their memory pulse through my veins

On every wild December dawn!

Copyright Michael Newman