Early morning. Stacked, blue-grey clouds
drifting above,
backlit by sun,
moving slowly.
12 geese with raucous cries fly in
formation, with
one drifter far
behind, soaring
to his own fluttering music,
apart but close.
Who can’t be filled
with gratitude?
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
untangling the web 
January 10, 2015 at 1:13 pm
Wonderful gratitude. Every morning, I hear and watch the geese flying over. Today, I looked out to see two swoosh by so fast that It was a blur. I love these in the moment blessings.
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