A lonely goose provides inspiration for this poem.
In a world so cold and grey,
alone, folded, she lays.
She brings forth her wing,
to cast the winter's wind away.
A flock archs across the sky,
into the clementine sunset they fly.
She lingers below
alone, she cries.
She moves across the lake,
silver ripples in her wake.
She melts into twilight's seculed