i heard the sound of geese
and rushed to the big window
but there was only sky
darkening sherbet november sky
in the wake of the sun

i climbed half onto the windowsill
to see round the corner, and there:
the moon! 

a delicate silver-white crescent
above the distant trees

and while i half sat, half stood
calm for the first time today

the geese flew over
past the moon
in their fluid v
calling to each other as they went
and bidding the moon
a good november night

#poetry