I’m never quite sure what to expect as the next prompt for Big Tent Poetry– each one is more creative than the last! This week, we were invited to leave first lines from our own poems for use by others. I didn’t use any of the lines, per se, but Cynthia Veach’s wonderful line: “Then V by V the geese decide to leave” suggested the topic for my poem.
They arrive in lines, with great cries,
heralding their arrival at this midway point—
travelers, just passing through
to their ultimate destination.
With silent accord, they descend on the lake,
a resting place for weary wings,
and just as suddenly, are gone again,
swept up by the wind,
forming chevrons across the sky,
leaving autumn in their wake.