HAUNTINGS

October 2020

I hear
their haunting cries
from a darkening sky
look up,
a v-shape formation
forging
its follow-my-leader
path to destinations
known only
to grey geese
themselves.
I marvel
at their confidence
these ghosts
of autumn,
the way they
change leadership
mid-flight, their
voices cutting holes
in the air
as they disappear
into nearly-night.