‘V’ is For Fall

‘V’ is for fall,

living arrows on a southward spiral,

pointing out the obvious –

Autumn arrives with strings attached.

Snows and North Gales

are on the end of that umbilical cord,

so ‘V’ is for fall;

 fowlish flesh

make haste for calmer climes,

honking farewell

to natal stars,

leaving cracked eggshells

as a deposit

guaranteeing spring.


I live beneath an incredible migratory path – this time of year, the skies are resonant with honks and wings of untold number.  Their annual pilgrimage marks the seasons for the mortals who toil beneath their flight path.

29 comments on “‘V’ is For Fall

  1. Caddo Veil says:

    I absolutely adore this one, Melody! In my young years, I lived up north (not quite to Canada, but close enough) and heard that haunting sound of birds headed south too. Occasionally here, I think I hear a bit of it too–but it could be bats in my belfry, I never know for sure. God bless you–love, Caddo

  2. Alastair says:

    Must be great to watch them flying overhead. It’s just a shame that not all of them make it to their destinations.

  3. Your poem and picture made me think of Mary Oliver and Wendell Berry’s poems about wild geese. We are starting to see them gather and signal the arrival of colder weather.

  4. RoSy says:

    Too bad we don’t have wings! I’d fly south for the winter too 😉

  5. Debbie says:

    I love this, Melody! The perfect autumn post, seeing those geese going south. God bless you!

  6. We had some flying south here, too. They are so beautiful in flight.

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