The geese fly East.

The geese fly north,

Casting shadows on the sand

That remind everyone 

How death approaches

Like a ghost

To take someone away.

The geese fly west.

The geese fly south,

And in some other time,

Some other land,

A maiden holds the hand

Of her lover with glee.

With joy, they welcome the news.

A mother goose will come

In February to deliver them a baby.

-jenn