The Geese Are Coming Home. Poem by Luke Curcio
The Geese Are Coming Home.
The geese are coming home.
I hear them in the sky.
It's time for change.
I can't stay here anymore. Your not here anymore.
This is no longer me.
See all things change, go through seasons.
It's time to hear birds sing.
Let go of the cold winter, and embrace the warm spring.
The geese are coming home.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: change,seasons,spring
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