The geese fly by my window

The geese fly by my window

over the wetlands

over the pink clouds

that sit softly on the horizon

they are large groups that instinctively form into 

the classic v formation

or sometimes a straight line 

of a mere four

They are a certain portender 

of things to come and

things to go 

the lovely autumn leaves

ablaze with colors like fire

will fall to be replaced with

the browns and grays of winter

It will get very quiet

very cold and very sad in those early days of November

when too many people I loved died

I will celebrate and remember

my mother, Junie

Paul and Steve's father Poppie

and my father, Timmy

I will not dread November

or be sad in November

as I once was

they would not want that

I will live for them

I will live with them in my heart

I will carry the love they gave me

into the world