Charcoal smudges cross the surface,
blurred amoebas floating over the half mown lawn.
The first geese casting shadows of autumn.
Thinking vaguely of formation
an aimless lost honk points them this way
Then five in jagged arc together
Steering with duck billed mutterings
crashing through arboreal gulleys
they carry heavy speed
lifting with whistling wingtips
And the trees sigh
As they pass by
Impatient for them to leave