Kiss the Sky
Undulating waves at the end of the day
Bid farewell to the sun’s last rays.
And shimmer against the gathering clouds
As they raise their voices on chords aloud.
With the moon’s rise illuminating their path
Their throngs kiss the sky as they roll on past.
I wish them well as they travel along
And hold in my heart the last strains of their song.
©Donna Donabella 2018
In late November, while walking at dusk with the moon rising, my husband and I witnessed thousands of geese migrating over us….we lost count at 30 groups, moving higher and higher as they sang their glorious song of farewell. This poem was created on that walk. I will be taking a hiatus from blogging for a few weeks to devote time to enjoying the season without the rush. I’ll see you after the New Year.
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.
I leave you with a few additional words about the Kiss the Sky. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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