Geese scattering their homilies
to all that lie beneath their way.
Look up for glyphs between dark trees
reforming meanings through the gray -
that slow-reeled cine juddering
its still-frame truth within the flow;
each wing-beat jerks so, flickering
our black and white days long ago.
Box-brownie points; but minuscule
blurred prints return their evidence.
We squint, with color fill them full;
each heart beats hammering to sense.
And when the blood seems dull these geese
strew homilies among the trees.
Quantize my dusk with stubborn cries;
shake my horizons free of lies.
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
