Goosey, goosey, gander, where do you wander?

Posted: February 3, 2015 in Nature, Poetry
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White silence embraces me
	broken only by the scraping of my shovel.
Earth rests swathed in snow,
	trees and bushes wearing ermine caps,
	grass a coat of snow leopard.	
Dawn’s light is thin and cold
I work methodically
	falling snow re-doing my hair.
The stillness is broken
	by the sound of a lone goose…

flying north.

  1. Wonderful effect! 🙂

  2. Sue says:

    We have a lot of geese that never fly south, which I have a hard time understanding. You have wings! Fly to the sun you fools!

  3. Honie Briggs says:

    Janet, as I sit here reading your terrifc poem a gaggle flies overhead. I hear the honking just outside my window. Serendipity.

  4. A lotta of snow. I wish I could send you some warmth from our land. We have way too much of it at the moment. Great post

    • I don’t mind the snow and cold unless it’s below zero on a regular basis. It’s starting to snow again, but I think we’re only supposed to get between one and three inches.


  5. happyface313 says:

    🙂 I’ve never heard that poem before. It’s lovely and matches your picture perfectly!
    Have a very HAPPY day, dear Janet! 🙂

    • There is a poem starting with those words, but the poem in my post is my own, so I’m very happy you like it. Thanks for the good wishes for my day and right back at you.


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