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flock of geese in flight
black petals against the sky
can you hear their call
on a sunset in winter
discordant harmonicas
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trees in winter’s sun
cast long afternoon shadows
snow on their branches
wingéd angels garbed in white
singing praise in high places
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Images by Hans Benn @pixabay; Fietzfotos@pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Beautiful 🤩
Thank you so much, Susan! 🩷😍
Your well-crafted words and chosen photos meld together here, Dee, so well. The essence of good poetry may be the creation of a possibility of seeing and appreciating that which we would not see otherwise in that poetic verse is a distinct language. Thus one CAN hear the geese and see their flight on a snowy afternoon as well as hear the praise in high places… Thank you
Thank you so much, RJ for your thoughtful comment on these verses. I am delighted and honored to know that the words actually made you hear the honking of the geese and watch their flight, as well as hear the praise of the angels in high places.
lovely pictures and well crafted metaphors
Thank you, Soumya!
Serene and stirring…I can hear the wings…
Thank you Susan! It is a joy to know that you found the words both serene and stirring at the same time!
Can hear the geese and miss that sound so much… so good to think of. And the sacred trees… always praying but their upward arms clasped in prayers most noticeable perhaps in winter. Thank you, Dee, for the beautiful word “film” of winter.
Thank you so much, Ellen! How marvelously you view the verses as a “beautiful film of winter.” Wow, I love your novel “word film” concept – so unique! I am very glad that you can hear the geese and perceive the imagery of the sacred trees in winter, in these verses. Thank you so much again dear Ellen. Namaste, Dee 🙏🩷
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