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The
chilly night encroaches, soft deploying dark-veil layers overhead.
The woods along the shore are mute until a flock of six or seven
Geese arrive from Canada, flying low above us,
Silhouetted,
Almost grazing maple treetops,
Sounding out a honk or two, pianissimo,
To summon colleagues and to find a roosting spot as refuge overnight.
The silent
wings swing wide
And flap quite slowly,
Even glide,
As if afraid to launch a turbulence of dissonance to undermine
The pregnant stillness of the dusk divine.
Too soon they’re gone,
Leaving only tracks and echoes in the evening sky disconsolate.
©2005
by Paul Hertelendy. The illustration is from IMSI'S Master clips
Collection, 1895 Francisco
Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA. This column first
posted Oct. 24, 2005.
Paul Hertelendy is a critic with the San Francisco Bay Area arts website www.artssf.com. To visit his website, click here: PAUL
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