With weathered wings
They take flight
Oblivious to our gaze
Graceful glide
Pace and stride
Bellies rise
Above our eyes.With weathered wings
They reach out to
Fellow feathered friends
Clumsily aligned
Directionally defined
Uplifting hearts
That long to fly
Canada geese departing from a dock on Lake Erie.
mishunderstood 
Last week at dusk on two occasions they flew overhead squawking and headed south. Seems a bit early. It’s an amazing sight! Loved your poem and photo!
They are truly beautiful to watch in flight. The sun was in my eyes when I took these shots rather blindly, but my friend and I had the unique experience of watching them fly very closely over our heads! Thanks for your comments. 🙂
I am impressed my friend!
Thanks. I will always remember that moment. 🙂
beautiful photos!
Thank you! The geese made it easy for me. I only wish I had caught the shot when they were directly over our heads.