Evening: There Are Geese

In the fall, in the first week of Advent, geese come.

They have always come into my memory,

Trying with flying and calling,

To ease cold of early evening.

They are overhead now,

Calling fellow geese,

Calling to Maker and Creator,

Telling fellows, Maker and Creator, and me where they are. 

Where are they

In the early almost-night sky?

Craning their beautiful long necks to see the lake's silver surface,

Trimming their beautiful long wings so as to land next to their favorites.

I have a vague idea, but

The Maker and Creator knows.

Night clouds are forming,

Readying their masses for morning's sunrise.

Readying to accept the gentle glow of brother sun.

Night will be cold,

But with morning's coming

The Maker and Creator will lift day's curtain

Upon lake, lake, cloud, geese, and me.

December, 2010