Friday, February 5, 2016

Canada Goose

You are a wild thing
and from your feathered breast
I feel my own heart beating,
and when you fly and cry
Your haunting wild song
I hear the yearning of my own soul
to know the wild places that you know,
to see the places you have seen,
to feel that wind beneath my wings,

…if only I had your wings, your eyes,
…if only I could sing your wild cries,
…if only I had the freedom to fly.

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 1, 2016)