Two Geese

Driving to Independence, Iowa dot in the country, Saw two big birds fly over, Neck and neck we were, They looked over, We were eye ball to eye ball, It was awesome, It was amazing, It was a terrific sensation, It was a moment, It was a memory, Not carved in stone, Personal like, From

Nearly April

Still in twenties, Burr cold, Within metal home, Guess I’ll go outside, Warmer there,

Glorious

Two inches of snow April thirteen two thousand twenty Pristine Bright Sunshine graces landscape Few birds chirped this a.m. Robins tucked in their fur stuff beds Snuggling down keeping winter chill at bay No self respecting bird had feathers in quilt Pure soft rabbit fur swiped from nest Returning to northern Iowa Winter possible till