SUN SETTING ON A WINTER’S DAY
Streaks of greyish cloud above the lovat hills
on the far shore attenuate the sunset
with striations of orange and yellow.
For a moment clouds part, and the sun
radiates a shearing silver like some
Turner landscape, or Wagnerian
allegory. And, as if on cue,
with a suddenness that shocks, amazes,
from the hidden lagoons amongst the reeds,
multiple flocks of geese rise calling, flying
towards the river’s mouth, fluttering shadows
receding into dark.
Naomi Cortes
February 26, 2021A poem that invited me to read it out loud, my measuring stick. The movement within nature, she is never still, was gorgeous. Thank you.