trumpeting from the gray skies
wild geese rise from the cove
call to worship
robed in scarlet leaves
bob in the morning rain
heads bowed in prayer
mists hover over the gray water
rising to meet the clouds
love those scarlet robes… hope you had your sweater on
Thank you for being first commenter on my dVerse poem today; these four stanzas (are they in a form?) are graceful as goose flight, wistful as mist, gray as autumn cumulus mid-riff; really lovely imagery; really enjoyed it.
I love each of these meditative moments……..especially the wild geeses’ call to prayer! I adore what the mist does over water and mountains on hazy mornings….sigh.
Thanks, my friend – it has been a rainy foggy few days, but the wild geese have been abundant – love to hear them as they fly over the house to reach the water – what joy!
Very beautiful a photograph and a poem.
Thank you for visiting- K
This is truly beautiful!
So happy you liked it – thanks!
Thanks, Jeff- smiles – K