On Hope

 Janet Turner csuchico.edu

Janet Turner csuchico.edu

The skeins
of snow`geese
fly in from the south
fat from the rice fields
and ready for mating
they court now
in pastures

From here
the snow`geese
look more like sheep
grazing upon the green
pure white with wool
until they rise up
to circle

to settle
once again to love
cackling like farmers
at some ovine auction
In their brief flight
their undersides
gone dark

“I know that hope is the hardest love we carry.” ~ Jane Hirshfield

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to On Hope

  1. I have a relative who trains border collies to chase geese from “spoiling” suburban campuses – but I still adore border collies

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  2. love snow geese – Paul Gallico’s story always made me cry…

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