I heard the calls of the geese.
The geese flying over my cabin in the woods,
Over the smoke of my fireplace in the bitter winter cold,
Flying in an ever-widening formation of a V as others join
In the search for a place warm and mild.
How I wish I could fly with them, their lives so simple
To escape my past and start someplace new.
To leave behind my worries and fly away.
Away from everything that troubles me,
Like geese migrating to find warmth;
Then they were gone, flying past the horizon, leaving me alone once again.
And I dreamt,
Dreamt that I was one of them flying in formation,
Leaving all my troubles behind me.