Geese and Gulls

Goose on the roof 

Honking a tune  

To sisters flying by 

Gulls soaring 

In circling hoards 

Under white speckled sky 

Gold returning 

To finches plumes 

Darting amid dark trees 

Without the snow 

Deer blend into bush 

If one has eyes, one sees. 

My heart opens 

My eyes renew 

No need for the question 

“What is true?”

Jay Moore

20 April 2005