A call overhead is a female honk

That alerts those below to the formation

Of the Canadian geese silhouetted

Against a cold, cloudless sky.  A region

Of gray where they can fly in a perfect

V, announcing spring.  Or victory,

As their black and white wings beat up and down

And long necks bob through a challenging wind,

On a long journey to find a new home

A shape etched high above, like the letter

On a chalkboard, they soar over buildings

And bare branches of trees, that beckon like

Crooked fingers, moving together as one.

Besides signaling a new season, the outline

Of prints in the snow soon to be gone, green

Leaves and grass beginning anew again,

They may be a symbol of what we want;

Somewhere to exist in complete harmony.