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Geese Disturb My Sleep

It's that time of year again
when the sun shrinks its daily manna
and leaves give up their lush life.

The earth sighs, relaxes and breathes
Its resignation that opulence
Is giving way to a spartan reality.

I get to sleep later and still rise
with a sharp-angled glow
pressing through the curtains.

I have forgotten that the world
is still a busy place and life
urges continue in the dark.

Just as forgetfullness eases
into remembrance, southbound geese
call me back to the earth.


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First fall of leaf seen
red and brown below the tree.
One goose overhead.

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Canada Geese glide in for a rest


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