Posts Tagged ‘Canada geese’

Nature’s Congratulations: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 27, 2017

Maybe the geese, the/
martins and the sunset, all/
combined, said congrats.
OR
Maybe the martins,/
geese and sunset all combined/
to wish me congrats.
Here’s the Geese Flight at Sunset video to go with it

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Corn Fields, Canada Geese, Sandhill Cranes, Me Surprised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

November 15, 2016

I took the Road Less/
Traveled and learned: Sandhill Cranes/
graze in fields here, too.

Preparing For Migration: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

August 15, 2016

Purple martins and
Canada geese and
osprey and
mallard ducks and
great blue herons and
barn swallows
are feeding at sunset,
preparing
for the rigors
of their long autumn migration.

I should go
eat a big cereal bowl
of black cherry chunky
chocolate ice cream.
Preparing for autumn Migration sunset at Lake Winneconne

Where Was She Before? Romantic Blogging Sonnet Lament

October 29, 2015

A Nana’s deep words and photos
dance with and grip my soul:
Canada geese in flight. Moon rise.
An autumn river’s flow.

Unknown, she grew up and lives
amidst fall’s brightly-hued leaves.
Just as I, as a child, did:
captured by the spells that nature weaves.

She will live free (or die!)
As I did the Midwest.
She even wears the same boots as I!
We could be lovers (or twins at best).

But someone else has gone where I want to go.
I wish I was the one who’d met her long ago.

Canada Geese Formation At Moonrise And Sunrise: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 28, 2015

Good morning, geese V!/
I cried seeing you against/
the moon last night, too

Calling Geese At Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 27, 2013

Calling in geese at sunset, Lake WinneconneAs the fall sun sets,/
I call in a flock of geese/
and they land for me.

Geese Call Me Home: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 26, 2013

Wild geese fly over/
my mid-mountain lake, calling/
me back to my home.
OR
calling /
back my memories.

Waving At A Flying V: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 2, 2012

Having a ragtop
lets you wave at the geese V,
hoping they don’t bomb.

OR
With my ragtop down,/
I wave at the geese V and/
hope they don’t bomb me.