Another personal poem about being a goose (foolish person) when you think you can't find happiness. Hope you enjoy. :) <3
A haiku tale to honor Mary Oliver.
An old man welcomes lost travelers into his cabin, and he seems to have been expecting them.
Just a bit of whimsy. A little under the weather today,
I like geese when they are in the air.
It's that distinct 'V' you see across the sky,
And your heart wonders, 'Oh, how the geese fly!'