Dec. 6th, 2010 11:45 pm
(no subject)
Gray Goose Winter
Snow falls like eiderdown and so do I.
White ices fenceposts and my feathers.
I snap my wings out wide and drop
into space. My flock is already gone.
White ices fenceposts and my feathers.
It's hard, keeping aloft -- the cold presses me
into space; my flock is already gone.
Some far south, some below the snow.
It's hard. Keeping aloft, the cold presses me.
Either way I will not see them again --
some far south. Some beneath the snow.
I tilt my wings and plummet down.
Either way I won't see them again.
There will be no last migration.
I tilt my wings and plummet down.
The ground is hard, the river ice.
There will be no last migration.
I snap my wings out wide and drop.
The ground is hard. The river, ice.
Snow falls, like eiderdown. And so do I.
Snow falls like eiderdown and so do I.
White ices fenceposts and my feathers.
I snap my wings out wide and drop
into space. My flock is already gone.
White ices fenceposts and my feathers.
It's hard, keeping aloft -- the cold presses me
into space; my flock is already gone.
Some far south, some below the snow.
It's hard. Keeping aloft, the cold presses me.
Either way I will not see them again --
some far south. Some beneath the snow.
I tilt my wings and plummet down.
Either way I won't see them again.
There will be no last migration.
I tilt my wings and plummet down.
The ground is hard, the river ice.
There will be no last migration.
I snap my wings out wide and drop.
The ground is hard. The river, ice.
Snow falls, like eiderdown. And so do I.