Departure
Christine November 18th, 2009
the smell of fresh bread
it rises slowly today
I am coaxed outdoors
even the birds seem sullen
but for the wild geese leaving
This morning, just as I was starting a batch of bread, a great flock of wild geese flew over to the north heading west and unmistakably began their seasonal journey. Their calls, one and many, blended in a huge chorus together in a way that tightened my throat and pulled at my heart. I think each Autumn a piece of me goes with them.
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A sad, thoughtful post to read. I know how you feel about the geese…
I must have come from the tribes that migrated with the herds and birds. I get that feeling of “must go someplace” this time of year. If I am patient the feeling will pass but a nice road trip would make me feel better. The geese from up north are gathering at a local lake. They sometimes fly over our property low enough I can see their big feet tucked up under their bellies and hear the whooshing of their great wings while they discuss which field they will roost in. I never tire of seeing this.
I like it a lot. Very thoughtful..
time and time again
sad to hear the geese are departing but you’ve written kind words in their place. upon their return your heart will soar again. hope all else is well. have a great day.
We seem to be trading songs back and forth lately. You’ve just put me in mind of “Who Knows Where the Time Goes” with this. I love the gentle melancholy of autumn.
I love this autumnal feeling of change… the sweet/sorrow of it just resonates with me. And you have captured that quality so beautifully… Thank you, Christine for another soulful post and picture.
Christine, I know how you feel!
Such a beautiful, expansive view!
But isn’t it good to feel? So many people have no connection to the natural aspect of autumn at all. Melancholy, but thoughtful piece.
Are you interested in a good olive oil bread recipe? I just tried it this week. It makes two good sized loaves.
Christine, you have also made me want to make a good loaf of bread. Odd to think your geese are just now flying, when ours have been long gone for a month or more. Flapping wings to you this morning, dear poet and bread-baker!