Geese fly in unison
towards the winter skies,
leaving behind on earth,
the buds of variegated petals.
Sounds of these birds
embellish the air
with syllables of affection,
bidding goodbye to these skies
...till they meet next winter.
A contest entry
- Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended November 22, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a wonderfully creative take on the prompt. Thanks so much for your entry

Gaylene

