Seven Geese Rise

Seven Geese Rise

Seven geese rise, I lift my eyes,

As they fly into a dark blue sky,

Then I run,

Into a rising sun, down a deer path through trees,

To a bluff with a wonder of a breeze,

And I sit,

Where the creek makes a curve,

Not to think, just observe,

And to listen, as ripples in the sunlight glisten.