Monday, March 26, 2007

Northern Marches

From a collection by Harold Town and David P. Silcox, Firefly Books,
The Silence and the Storm.
Paintings by Tom Thompson.

I counted two thousand in thirty
minutes. The armada continued
until dusk.

They came in the slow dawn with a clarion clamour.
Flight after flight, squadron after squadron, wave after wave, constantly calling.
Noisy, joyous, triumphant.
Winging northward, homeward.
North by north-east.
Exile over.

A victory of geese in the gray seas above.


Ric said...

Spring arrives with all its splendor. 70+ here today, purple crocus, a touch of light green on the willow by the river, geese everywhere. The seasons change; rebirth comes.

S. W. Vaughn said...

Oh, this is lovely! I love "a victory of geese." Beautiful!

I'm getting thunder here. I likes it, oh yes I do. :-)

Jaye Wells said...

I used to live in North Carolina, where the Canada geese would go on vacation. They're horrible tourists. Glad they're more impressive back home.

BTW, my word ver. is "danncyok." So dance a little, Bernita--spring is springing.

Bernita said...

Oh Ric, I love it when the willow nymph lets down her green hair.

An appropriate collective, yes, Sonya? Certainty in the sky.
Thunder here too. A good omen.

You're an urban child I take it, Jaye!
Here, they wheel in the spring.

Sam said...

Today I sat outside on the steps and read. The dogs were chasing lizards (always a sign of spring) and the forsythia is in full bloom.

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Anonymous said...

I deleted my previous post. It's near 55 here and feels great. Can't wait for it to get warmer.

Robyn said...

I just saw the most beautiful display of tulips. The pear trees are all flinging tiny white petals everywhere.

I LOVE Canada Geese. My son watches for them every year.

Daisy Dexter Dobbs said...

Lovely imagery, Bernita. The springs here in Oregon are sumptuous and last so much longer than the ones in Chicago (my hometown). It’s wonderful to watch life in bloom.

Bonnie Calhoun said...

Our geese have returned enmass. The Sports Park putting greens are taking on water with all the flooding, and the geese are swimming in the collection pools!

Sela Carsen said...

I'm, er, not a goose person. They're cranky. An attribute I enjoy in certain people, but not in animals. Also, the dog feels compelled to roll in their messes. Yech!

How was your first weekend without blogging?

Bernita said...

Forsythia are usually the first to flower here, Sam. A hedge of them is a delight.

Right now, 55 seems postively sultry, Steve!

My tulips are just beginning to poke their heads up again, Robyn.
It remains to be seen if the warm spell in January will have killed the bulb bloom this year. Fruit tree petals are the kind of snow I love to see.

Thank you, Daisy.
Too warm too quick and the spring flowers don't last.I like the slow seduction, when each day brings something new, not all at once.

Bernita said...

Winter's over, Bonnie.
Now, for mud and clean-up!

They're wild, Sela, and better seen at an iconic distance, I suppose.

Got a bit more done on my WIP!

raine said...

What Daisy said--beautiful imagery, Daisy.
It's coming! ;-)

Scott from Oregon said...

Our geese have taken the nearby lake away from the stray dogs.

I can hear them like city traffic through my window.

And my plum trees are celebrating.


Bernita said...

Irrevocable, Raine.
One can smell the earth.

Oh, yeah, Scott!
Bring it on!

Erik Ivan James said...

Last evening I sat on my deck and watched the setting sun reflect, like flashes from millions of large diamonds, on open water. The ice is gone.

Bernita said...

Yes, Erik. The ice is gone

Here the water charges and roars over the dam below the walk bridge, to the river, to the sea.