A team of nine magnificent Canada geese fling in a “V” formation; over a serene alpine pond, skirted with a host of budding alpine wildflowers, amongst fresh spring vegetation. The Canada geese are flying low over this tranquil setting, their shadows gracing the surface of this oasis in the spring beauty of the Cascade Mountain Range. This is a unique setting. Early morning mist rising from the high alpine pond. The shadow of a “wilderness flying regiment,” mystically gliding through the rising mist. Nature’s pristine amphitheater sharing the love of creation in the abundant vast riches of the Cascade Mountain Range’s springtime attire.
Poet’s Note The context of this poem deals with a flock of Canada Geese flying in formation through the mist, over an alpine pond in an early springtime morning.
Why did you have to come in this world to become a medical waste? There was no urgency to dropp in and then remain unnoticed, with no symptoms of life. Later scooped by a dumper you are thrown on garbage.
It crashed like a chandelier my dream. Becoming wet, into unhealing existence. I was expecting a landfall by burst of flames. Grieving for a lost generation, a meaningless exit from the stage of bites and suffering. Can you reverse this
Eerie the right and weird the atmosphere, Lightning flashes fearful faces, Giant trees cast sinister shadows, Danger lurks in the oddest of places, I stumbled on a stone and hit my head down, I suddenly realized that I had strayed
In the midst of conversation A question rose out of the blue, What would I do if such opportunity were to arise. In a conversation about long term goals without hesitation or notion Without any specifics given to her question