Geese

Send us Fan MailGeeseA button of silver high above the dawn, a full moon mirrors the call of November, the last leavesof the season,whispering farewellto the empty of treesand softly, slowly, in silence fall.And as dawnclearsthe starsfrom the rising morning skiesthey fade in bluesand greysin dreamingof summer’s eyesthere is a glimpse,a glanceof light,as shadows flutter in myriadsupon the gardenacross the crumblingbroken wall,for abovea flock of geesetremble and pullthe day,out, from under the night,with rising wings,of skiesand calls.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]