The geese flew today:
a vanguard of winter.
Like a plough turning the soil,
their skein furrowed the sky;
wings plunging through the air, 
pulled up and away from me. 
Although the sky was still blue,
still streaked with the soft orange 
of an early morning sun, 
the sight reminded me that
the season of our growing together
is over, and the harvest done.

Originally published in Barren Magazine, issue 3 (2017)