One Thursday in October

O hushed October morning mild

-- Robert Frost

There were two flocks of geese in the sky
on this Thursday morning in October,
one in the foreground flew in a straight line,
headed east towards the sun that had made its daily debut just an hour ago;
the other was in the far distance, high
above the treeline,
flying west in that typical V formation that makes them so famous. 

Their distinct silhouettes contrasted the morning sky,
light blue - almost white, 
and they barely flapped their wings,

just glided in silence,

as steam drifted slowly upward
over the old retention pond out back,
and leaves changed from green to gold
from red to rust
and fell to the ground
one by one
by one.

All such effortless motions.

How lucky we are to live in October.