October's Geese

I love the imagery in this - particularly the last stanza

This is really beautiful, something very soothing about the egg related sounds and images.

Reading this is like contemplating a painting, where you can imagine you hear the sounds around it. The last stanza feels wistful to me. 

'Morning peels back 

under their wings;' I loved that. There's something about their leaving - almost as though they are taking  time with them. But there's reassurance in the continuity of things. Might just be me, but whenever I see the geese flying, it brings me a feeling of déjàvu. Your poem brought that same feeling.

You paint a lovely picture, and the last stanza is beautiful.

Lindy

I can smell mist and feel a chill on my skin.  Wonderfully evocative.

Enjoyed the scene again, Tina. Rhiannon
 

Great imagery, I really enjoyed your poem, it is perfect for the season.

I'm definitely with the last stanza too. Some beautiful sense of continuity in those lines.  Maybe what makes them so effective is the almost matter of fact opening? A bit like keeping a log. It's obviously struck a chored, must be one of those images we see, forget and then are struck by all over again. Lovely poem.

A delightful read sand lady.

Very visual, It makes me want to migrate with them.

scozen/torscot 

Very lovely just as the geese splice the silence you are splicing together words into sentences in places which combine rhythmically and visually to excellent effect e.g.crackle-glazed horizon, sky cracks open, creche of stars, fast-fading, morning peels back, there is a feeling&substance&reflective spark to these phrases which conveys the scene and its early morning texture so vividly.