Autumn geese

the small birds
have gone
nervous and twitching together

they sat on wires
now underlining
the spaces left for words
which won't come

in the dark
across gaps in the sky
geesefly homing- in
they cry this is our South

and I've been waiting
holding the moon high
over mud-flats
at the estuary's mouth

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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