Katama bound…

Katama Flyway  –  24 x 48

Katama Flyway

This is a lonely outpost
in the last of October’s light.

The warmer cerulean hue
which promises cold and snow
is just beginning to change
out there on the horizon.

They know
those geese.
And they are calling…

As Mary Oliver wrote,

“Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.”

Wings of Katama  –  12 x 18

Wings of Katama

It was cold.
We were on our way home.
We had just buried Ted.

And he was free
to soar.

 

 

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