FLYING INTO FOREVER

the geese flew on
and out
of my childhood

leaving me
returning
each new year

to find that
same moment
when I was 9

seeing the geese now
with different eyes
but somehow still

that little boy
seeing them
for the first time

the geese flying
on and out
into forever. . .

. . .snow has fallen
in love
with the world

dressing everything in
the same
crisp white quiet

icicles
hang from
the blue tricycle

a lost green
glove creeps across
the front yard

soon my daughter
all 9 years of her
will awake to find

the dream made real
a forgotten doll
gazes up at me

from
the bottom of
the frozen pond

I write you
a Christmas card
as I do each year

sign it
love
as I always do

forgetting that
you
are dead