all spring
I have been watching
a pair of geese
in the flooded hollow
their dance of necks
among the reeds
two at first
now half a dozen
all spring
I have been listening
to them flourish
oh
I had forgotten
how loudly sometimes
life proclaims itself
my love
say it is not too late
to call you back
across the arid fields
my love
say it is not too late
to weave a nest
even from the strands of sorrow
Rae Crossman
Set to music by Emily Doolittle in a grouping of five short poems of mine.
Recorded by Seattle Chamber Players and Friends on the CD all spring.