May 3, 2009
February 24, 2009
Awoken by geese honking on a February morning. Huddled together in the open field next door, I see them from my back porch. They alternately honk and bury their faces beneath their wings. Webbed feet on ice and snow. The geese have flown north too soon. They have large bodies, full thick layers of plumage and heads that seem small in proportion to all of it. HONK! HONK! sounds confused and unhappy and out of place. The geese huddle closer together in a pack on the ice seeking warmth - wishing they were back in Florida.