Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Inspired flight


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.


3 comments:

J. Wecker Frisch said...

Hi Sharyn - Snow geese, visual poetry to me too. I always stop to watch or listen for the honks as they fly by.

Beth L said...

ooh I just love how they cover the fields like snow up there in your neighborhood - stunning! What a gorgeous place to live...

Sharyn Sowell said...

Beth, you should wander north this winter and we can take a little drive to spy on them wherever they happen to be at the moment. I am dying to get some good close ups and they are all over the valley. Wanna come over and play?