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What are the geese pulling
Through the frosted air?
They are pulling the tides
And Autumn's hair.
They are coaxing the moon
From its yawning lair.
They are sweeping the snow
From the starlit stair,
And escaping the jaws of the Polar Bear.
What are the geese pulling
Through the frosted air?
They are pulling Winter
On her painted sledge.
They are leaving cobwebs
On a frosted hedge.
They are sweeping eastwards
Leaving Springtime's pledge
And a glass of moonlight
On your window-ledge.
From Candelabrum Vol 12 No 4 (October 2006)