a fine day to leave the path
feet crunching wheat-pale turf—
across the glass-hard pond
(surface bliss-blue, willow gold)
this subdued troop of geese
treks on, south and south: sunward
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I like the thought of those marching geese–like Make Way for Ducklings. 🙂
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Maybe I don’t get out enough–but they start to seem so human after I’ve watched them for awhile… 🙂
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They do! 🙂
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I especially like the wheat-pale turf. I can see it.
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Yay! Thank you.
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That first line should be on my “to do” list every day…(K)
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🙂 Mine, too!
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Such a lovely view! Wonderful 😊
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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