Wild Geese

Wild geese, necks stretched in morning flight,
dark forms against a cold, gray sky,
herald the fresh rebirth of spring
as, northward, on their course they fly.

There, in the chill of Spring's first dawn,
I watched them race the morning wind.
I felt my heart take flight with them
away from earth's relentless spin.

When they had traveled out of sight
I felt my heart return to me.
Lighter than it was last night
for having soared, one moment, free