Flying Home...
Cool grey skies overcast blanket,
Corn-stubble muted tawny gold,
Canada geese blend into either,
As the grasses join in to wave goodbye,
Summer's fireflies long gone.
I watch my breath drift off to Heaven,
Draw my jacket a bit tighter,
Daydream of places that I used to be.
As simple as a burst milkweed pod sends seeds on October breezes,
As easy as Autumn leaves fall to Earth,
As natural as a flock of geese in formation.
I am flying home,
Just in those moments.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/27/2019