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migration |
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15 0ctober, 2000 (LJA) |
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the wild geese startle me |
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their raucous clamour |
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piercing the inward stillness |
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of reflection |
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calling me out |
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of my silent room |
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into the world of clouded skies |
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and bare branches |
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icy pavement |
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translates the cold |
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through stockinged feet |
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into a tale of |
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languid summer's ending |
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fading though autumn colour |
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until heralded by this liquid flight |
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comes a new beginning |
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the quiet still waiting of winter |
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tasting frost within the air |
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i clasp my arms around me |
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chilled cheeks and nose ignored |
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watching a sky dotted by |
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wavering lines of� winged geese |
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silhouettes moving onward |
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across the blue gray |
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of a new day's sky |
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i wait held in arms |
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of companionable sound |
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until with their last faint cries |
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the geese fade once more |
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leaving the silence |
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of my waiting world |
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of quiet still winter |
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a time of resting before rebirth |
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