Wing tips shine
lighted by sunset
Leaning back
I glimpse their
world my joy in flight they call
Wind is low! Let’s go!
~
©2017 Ontheland
As many Canadians grieve the passing of Gord Downie, two flight formations of Canada Geese, another national icon, coincidentally captured my attention.
This short poem is a Shadorma with syllable count: 353375.
Ontheland 
I cried with Gord’s passing, and devoted a night of playing the five Hip CD’s I own. He was a hit for Buffalonians being so close to the border. Prayers and light and embracing the beauty of the man and the nature of this world ❤
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Not having known his music very well I have still been touched by his courageous final tour and speaking out about injustices to native peoples. This area (Kingston) being the Tragically Hip hometown, radio coverage has been intense and moving.
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I saw him in Canada perhaps 1995 and music fest up at some race track, a three day festival but the moment they came on, that’s what the time was all about ❤ ❤ sigh….
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a wonderful memory 🙂
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Ah, more Great Excellence! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you 🙂 🍁
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Signs come to us in many forms Janice, maybe this was one for you.
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Interesting thought Denis. Did you have a message in mind (from the Geese in flight)….or perhaps the image just felt like a sign (?) I guess I didn’t really take it as more than appreciating the late light flashing and the mysteries of a seasonal event (geese flying south for winter)
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I was thinking the image of the geese in flight.
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