Snow Geese

When geese venture forth they have an innate sense of direction. Soft wings straddle stars stroking snow flaked skies with certainty.

There is a heartbeat coursing the air with life, a determination to survive, to reach the sun, to shrug off winter's baleful eye.

That is why they scythe moon slivered nights with screams, leaving black northern skies, and crystal lakes, for rum soaked seas.

In spring, a beckoning beneath the skin, to answer the call of the great white north the instinct to return, to be reborn.