Summer flies south
on the backs of geese.
Honking, in hopes
to avoid a crash.
I linger a bit longer
on the shore.
Watch their flight,
as they disappear.
Hid behind the wild blues,
berries to consume.
I wonder how the waves to splash,
without their groom.
seasons: a poetic journey 
Lovely
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