Wouldn't it be wonderful to fly?
Don't you long to soar on the currents and look down on tree tops?
Perhaps that's why I treasure the snow geese that overwinter here.
I savor the beating of their wings at sunset as I jog along our country road...
the glow of feathers against chocolate-colored fields, as they honk and forage for leftover potatoes...
feet hanging down as they land, patches of black contrasting against their white bodies.
Sometimes I stand along the road just looking and listening.
Such oddly graceful birds, so strangely balanced you wonder how it is that they perform such a magnificent ballet of flight. And yet they do.
Snow geese are visual poetry for me.
I find so much beauty right in my own backyard. Changing seasons reveal new fascinations and each sunset brings the close of another day of miracles.
