WILD GEESE
TODAY a flock of wild geeseRiding the guesting waves of the north windFlashed a dark arrow across the sky.
Their farewell cries pierced
The chill of the day
In a haunting dirge to autumn.
As I watched, wishing them well
They entered a cloud and
Disappeared.
Turning slowly away
I felt the dampt sting of snow
Lash my upturned face and hoped
They had not lingered too long.
MERYL TOOKARAM