Snow Geese – a poem by John Valentine

Snow Geese

What ineffable grace where they lift from satin
ice fields and arc across a milk-white moon

as if spirit had gathered the wind in this crystalline
moment for its own up-rushing, inestimable

purpose. What streaming they make along
the winter sky, how the air seems more mystical

and translucent for their flying as they rise to
greet the glowing sun and ride the canyon clouds

until they drift to nearly nothingness, a long
thin line of shadow and suggestion.

And then, as if spirit could never forget
the earth, they ease, hover, suddenly settle

into brilliance, glorious air, a chaos of wings
that feathers and preens the glistening light.

John Valentine has recently retired from 45 years of teaching philosophy courses at various colleges.

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