Geese in Flight
An artless, brash, half-mournful cry
Rends the languid autumn sky,
A fractious chorus blaring
Earthen horns, fanfaring
Summer’s end, foretelling winter’s scourge,
With half-laughing, half-lamenting dirge.
The line of black-faced wraiths soars by,
Vanishes. Its echoes die.
But yet the calls reverberate within,
Stirring pangs of yearning and chagrin.
In the sparkling, crystalline morning rays
That pierce the translucent, lingering haze,
Through the thick forest of bulrush blades
A bird appears:
A stainless white heron fans out his wings,
Cranes his lithe neck and majestically springs,
Splashing the marsh-waters’ still mirrorings
As he uprears.
Whence came this specter that ventures to rise
Gracefully, faultlessly, beauteously, flies
Up from swamps to the breadth of the skies
Above the meres?
Take me, O spirit, with you! Let me soar
On your swift wings through the heavenly door!
Let me ascend, free, unbound, tied no more
To wants and fears.
Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Indiana, where he practices as a civil and appellate litigation attorney. His poems have appeared in print and online publications, and he has published two volumes of poetry: The Spring's Autumn (2013) and Inquietude (2016). He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. He lives with his wife, Ivana, and their son.