a still life in geese
on the pale stubble field
necks arched
we are all for the moment
motionless, stunned by sun
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a still life in geese
on the pale stubble field
necks arched
we are all for the moment
motionless, stunned by sun
Graceful Press Poetry 
I love these three “Pond” poems. Really sums up and paints the picture of how things are this time of year (at least where I am). And I love the focus on geese – I think of them as winter birds, although of course around here they are always – around. But somehow they are winter symbols to me. Anyway, I really took another look at my own environment because of these poems.
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Thank you, Claudia. You made my day. 🙂
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My pleasure!
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I love the quiet beauty of this one, Jennifer. It’s like you read it and are just stopped in the moment. (Does that make sense?) 🙂
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Perfect sense! That’s just how I felt. Thank you!
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“a still life in geese”–now that’s a picture. Caught better than any camera ever could. (K)
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wow, thank you!
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Beautiful imagery…
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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