The snow has abated,
But the sky remains white;
The time of year I have awaited,
When the snow geese take flight.
They land and cover the newly thawed lake,
Creating an alabaster sea.
I watch and listen to the music they make,
Absorbing this true beauty.
The sun reaches its peak,
Illuminating the downy white crests.
I had no words; I could not speak.
This artistry I have been blessed.
I turn with a tear,
It is my time to return.
Until next year,
Have a peaceful sojourn.