Flight of the Snow Goose

Flight of the Snow Goose Frost is on the morning blade Wind in gusty swirl Ruffled feathers rising up As Snow Goose wings unfurl From north slope of Alaskan peaks In crisp of morning light The white wings tipped in blackened spears Ascend in massive flight To heaven’s height they all arise And fly at tailwind’s pace Then turn to take a changing course When wind is in their face They follow in the flyway’s path That they have known before A head wind puts them in reverse A tail wind makes them soar Through day and night the flight goes on In winds both fair and harsh In feathered flush they stop to fuel Upon a prairie marsh The way is set, the yearly trek The snow goose knows not why But flies to winter’s feeding place Within God’s watchful eye Two thousand miles the wild fowl soars To reach the destined shore They flutter down to food-rich pond Then up to heaven’s door A sputtering rush off rippled pond In awesome mass they rise And head down to the Texas coast With hunger in their eyes When winter passes on to spring It’s time to turn around The black and white will rise again To summer’s nesting ground Incredible the trek they fly Mysterious their ways How little do we understand The wonder of their days Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 10:34 PM PST   0 • 10