It Must Be Said Again

I wrote this last year. The geese fly low over the paths where I walk in the local gardens. This time of year a sense of urgency, of longing fills their coming and goings. My heart is drawn skyward as they pass so low I can hear the air moving beneath their wings.
So with apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay and her "God's World" -

It Must Be Said Again



The geese are flying overhead.
My lips and face echo their joy.
Open-mouthed I leave the trees below.

And cry a cry of bliss
and flight,
of moments impossible, yet -here.

Sweet grace.

And if I say "Let fall no burning leaf ";
it's all been said by the storied dead,
before.

But, still - the geese are calling.



___________________Catherine Wilson __________________________________________