The Daily Boost #345
O, the birds, the birds!
I’ll always remember the autumn day, years ago, when I saw a thick “river” of snow geese, miles long, migrating south—a spectacle that made me pull my car over to the side of the road and stand as their witness.
This poignant piece by Christopher Tin could have been playing in the background. He wrote it as both a celebration of birds and a requiem for their disappearance due to human activity.
(My thanks to Christopher Tin and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.)
The Gentle Nudge
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When the Snow Geese Rise by Carol Mikoda
When the snow geese rise
in parallel lines
from marsh and stubble’s texture
into gray flannel clouds,
their flight paths
crosshatch the slant
of falling snow. It’s time,
they cry, insistent
rising notes matching altitude.
Corn carries them south
as fields release
the last of their riches.