by the thousands

they came in the dusky eve..
oodles of them..
winged and strong
in the pinkening sky..

and then..
they landed ..
in the field that i  see
just outside my door..

today..
they rise ..
taking the earth with them..
they hover..
like holy levitating rollers
a rock concert concerto
of snow geese..
coming from the north

when they land
they bring the sky
down
to clay
and all is one
and white

it is the season of renewal..
a revival of the survival
of great flight

one -
only one..
one lone hummingbird
slurps the nectar
from the feeders now..

while the blare and flare
and high rise
saturate the air, the earth
with a dharma teaching
of community..