As leaves fall and cold clear nights arrive, so does the timeless sound of geese flying south. When I hear them, I always take time to stop and marvel.
A timeless voice of Fall
20 Oct
This entry was published on October 20, 2014 at 8:28 am. It’s filed under Fall colors, John Snell, Photograph, Vermont and tagged geese, John Snell, Photography, Vermont.
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Still Learning To See 
Wonderful sign of the season. We had our first frost last night, fairly heavy.
Ah, what a wonderful reminder of the cycles of life. I love Mary Oliver’s poem, “Wild Geese”:
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver ~
I’ve been noticing the V’s in the sky lately! Quite miraculous that birds, monarchs and senior citizens know to get out of Dodge before the snow flies. Thank you again for the beauty you send John!
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I always stop to marvel at them, too! They are my favorite marker of seasons