Snow geese have been filling the sky,
along with the first big November snows.
Through the gray, sifting day as
I shoveled the sidewalk,
their talk constant and urgent overhead,
their elegant geometry, lines and V’s,
skeins of them pushing south through the
And this morning, out walking Beans
in the barely lit day,
full moon bathing the white fields,
no one else about.
Again, overhead, invisible in the pale light,
loud and steady,
talking their way toward open water
and fields of grain stubble,
leaving me with winter.