From the window I watch the black silhouettes of the geese
circling the sky in their shattered V,
their calls to one another sharp and shrill.
They take long thoughtful laps around the lake
slowly descending with each narrowing circle.
Safe from the burning chill of evening
I watch them in wonder.
I watch them land weightlessly upon the still water,
water as smooth and shiny as a pirate's gold coin.
I watch their dark bodies settle into
the kerosene glow of the setting sun,
and every once in awhile,
when I glance out across the park
to where you're playing, your bright
orange jacket flashes across my line of vision,
zipping madly like a dizzy bee at play.
I spot you running joyously through the flock
of other children, all clothed in muted
shades of black, navy, and gray--
my lone bright cardinal darting through
a flock of dull gray geese.
From one mother to another, I love the juxtaposition & focus in this poem ... your bright, brilliant little boy shining in a world of grays and blues. Lovely! JP/deb
Posted by: JanePoe (aka Deborah) | January 20, 2008 at 08:36 PM
What a beautiful boy! I love this image of him as the bright cardinal among a flock of dull gray geese. Surely he takes after his mother that way.
Posted by: Frankie | January 20, 2008 at 03:42 PM
You are such a good mom. I know with all my heart God is proud of you.
Don't ever change!
Posted by: Victoria | January 19, 2008 at 01:33 PM
this is so incredibly beautiful, a wonderful way to start my weekend, thank you ... xox
have a beautiful weekend!
Posted by: daisies | January 18, 2008 at 02:45 PM
so quiet and tender...I related to this poem on so many levels. Beautiful.
Love,
D.
Posted by: Delia | January 18, 2008 at 01:55 PM
so many beautiful images conjured up by your words, especially of your dizzy bee. lovely.
Posted by: amy | January 18, 2008 at 12:11 AM