summons
September 6, 2013
The crescent of time
reaches, curling
in on the days,
these shortening days
of migration,
when children
flock, backbacks
burgeoning,
and V’d formations
etch the skies.
Listen now, listen;
hear their cries,
hear their voices, wild
and high.
through the jelly jar 
Beautiful imagery. I love the last line ‘Hear their voices, wild and high’ – this gives me the sense of migration (and the beginnings of a new season) as being an event full of excitement and adventure, the start of something new and wonderful.
when that last line popped into my head, I knew it captured the essence of what I was trying to say…love when that happens! Thanks for letting me know your thoughts – it means a lot.
Your first line and last are perfect bookmarks – I love how the children’s voices are just like the geese flying south this time of year..
I was surprised by that realization that came to me as I was writing. Isn’t it wonderful what we learn through the process of putting words down? Thanks for telling me what you thought.