It was an unquestioning winter sky.
It wasn’t conscious of me, propped imperfect, upright underneath.
The feathery snow in love with the light,
Only visible as it entered my sunken atmosphere and dotted the distant houses.
A check of geese preeminent on the wind had me searching the waning yonder.
Then! They smoothed over the roof top on an unseen current;
All trusting the wings at their sides,
Without the need to know why.
As one, they cleared in the ubiquitous grey,
A thread of spiraling smoke,
And, by then,
I’d gone inside.
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I love this poem. I enjoyed reading it several times. The first and last two lines, masterful at their worst.
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Thank you! I'm not quite happy with the middle of this poem. It's so hard for me to refine my free verse. Rhyming poetry is simpler for me because you know what your restrictions are - with free verse I'm just sort of poking around in the mist. Anyway, I appreciate your compliments and taking the time!
-Kate
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