Posted by: Thomas Drinkard | March 13, 2016

An Annual Welcome to Spring

Today starts Daylight Savings Time. That is, for me, a more definite indication of Spring.

I wrote this poem several years ago and usually post it at this time of year.

Seasons of Change

Arrogance of a long, black neck

curving tall among the wild onions

the Canada gander stands guard.

Turns of his head are clear:

flashing the white, vivid splash

behind each suspicious eye.


Long, dusk-shadowed wings that know so many miles

tucked behind

much as a man’s clasped hands;


like a department store floorwalker.


He, watching;

she, busily, practically

nibbling tender, green shoots

ignoring all else.


Sometime before dawn,

someone up early, or across the lake

probably heard the calls to assembly,

watched the twenty-two lift,

form a ragged wedge and turn for home

in the usual way,

and marked the changing of seasons.


Have these two mistaking the chill

of a late-march Alabama night

for the cool of their nesting grounds?


Having chosen to stay in this backwater

a little longer;

their path to the north will be quieter

without the clangor of the flock,

traveling their own track

making their own seasons of change.





  1. Love this 🙂

  2. Love the poem Tom! I need to visit some waterways and see what I find.

  3. Always fun to read!

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