Crows are back, Carrack Carrack

The great phalanxes of autumn slipped back unheralded until today,

now they make the aspen tremble, with their heavy bodies, strident calls.

 

Silent  magpies assemble, white chests still gleaming with the rime of winter,

watching these noisy posers, who carried spring home on sleek black wings.

Spring is back, Carrack Carrack

 

Night Geese

Calling geese swept up the years.

Blossoms, snow, discarded days

joy strains forward, memory interferes.

Seasons morph despite our fears

of the bald man the mirror displays.

Calling geese swept up the years

that saw our plans reduced to tears.

When every dream so slightly strays

joy strains forward, memory interferes.

Despite every efforts it disappears

all things leave and nothing stays

calling geese swept up the years.

When someone lost suddenly appears

a chance resemblances that quickly frays

joy strains forward, memory interferes.

On a cold autumn night as winter nears

or spring’s first blossom suddenly cheers

calling geese swept up the years.

Joy strains forward, memory interferes.

Guy