Noisy Geese

As the pink dawn rose
Over the mud flats
A serenity unmached

The glassy surface
Becoming a mirrior

For the rising hills
Its solitary wavering

From the noisy conversation
Broken down silence
By the 'Geese'
Waking from the
Roosting night
Ruffled feathers
Setting flight.

poem by Howard Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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