Category Archives: Wild Geese

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Posted on Friday, March 4th, 2016 11:39 am by

How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?

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Cinquain in Late March

Posted on Sunday, March 22nd, 2015 11:31 am by

Cattails rattle, icy in the marsh; snow muffles the fields—and no geese call yet, wild, joyful

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The Gentle Crocus Hones Green Blades of Rain (a villanelle rebuttal of Thomas)

Posted on Thursday, March 13th, 2014 11:39 am by

Niel Gow’s ‘Lament for the Death of his Second Wife’ The Gentle Crocus Hones Green Blades of Rain The gentle crocus hones green blades of rain And whittles gaps in notes the small birds sing; Out of silence we build … Continue reading →

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The Wild Geese are > Me, < You

Posted on Sunday, February 2nd, 2014 11:39 am by

More than three months since we saw the wild geese threaded into the invisible needle of instinct pulling their long and mournful strands into divergence while calculus stitched every long wing and wingbeat precisely into place in the turbulent slipstream … Continue reading →

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Sonnet with Wild Goose (Poached)

Posted on Sunday, November 3rd, 2013 11:40 am by

Boil up the potatoes, whip them good with butter, cream, and red onions to scoop in peaked mounds and bake golden. Lift down the hanging garlic and chop it fine with salt and crushed pepper to rub into wild goose … Continue reading →

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Field in Autumn

Posted on Thursday, October 17th, 2013 3:57 pm by

Late October geese circling in for one last feed honk their alarms too late—12-gauge shoulder slaps bring down tomorrow’s supper

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The Autumn Shift of Wind (with process note)

Posted on Sunday, September 22nd, 2013 1:37 pm by

This poem started last night at work with this line, “the geese scrawl their lazy vees,” which became these lines, “in the sky already / the geese are dark, hurried scrawls,” and then spread both above and below them into … Continue reading →

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