Timing is Everything

Something told the wild geese it was time to fly! As the sun dipped below the

 horizon ~ the sky painted in hues of orange and purple ~ a single goose honked, a

 signal that rippled through the flock. With a rustle of feathers,  a chorus of calls,

 they took to the sky ~ wings slicing through the cool Autumn air. Below them the

 world was changing ~ leaves turning, farmers harvesting, children pulling their

 coats a little tighter. 

The geese took no notice of these things. Their minds set on the journey ahead. The

 leader of the flock knew the way ~ over great lakes, wide plains through

 mountain passes, down into lush valleys. A journey, though perilous, held the

 promise of life. The geese flew, their formation a perfect V.  Adventurers,

 travelers, survivors bound for a place they call home ~ if only for a season.




Time for Prosery in the  dVerse Poets Pub ~~ Kim shares a line from American writer, Rachel Lyman Field's poem "Something Told The Wild Geese" for inclusion in our prose.