November Flight

Dark pencil lines

Scrawled on a tin cup sky

Rumpled as an old coat

Old man weather shoots

A few ice pellets fall short

As a new group of seven flys by

Young geese trying out test patterns

Soaring on steel-edged wings

Beyond brash city bridges

And red rush hour streams

Shrugging off cold storm clouds

It’s a season for new heroes

To race south with the sun

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

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