Spring

Unknowingly you woke up this morning to 

the instant in which spring conquered the darkness

that accompanied you every morning out

of bed. The abstracting silence of the night

replaced by the symphonic call of the  first migrating geese:

passengers  of the unpredictable railway of the seasons.

In their shed white feathers you read about their 

tired flight, and in the way they stuck together, as the 

wind gently swept them into the ancient willow, you smelled the 

perspiring fusion of devoted and monogamous love. 

In their broken symmetry you tasted  the precipitated escapade 

from the furious predator of isolation. And in their silent

repose on the cold waters of the river you admired  a wise

sense of accomplishment after a winter of victories and 

defeats. The sun now embraced their tired flight as you 

were caught prisoner of the crisp realization that 

all your life had been a preparation for the next step you 

were about to take into the confines of a spring of awareness