Of all the signs of spring
the trumpeting of geese
announce their return
with the most grandeur ~
wings spanning the skies,
cutting new paths in
late winter chilled air, they
alight on softening lake ice
to rejoin the hardier
over wintering flock ~
mating chatter echoes over
Wascana Lake’s snow-y expanse.
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is.”
~ Mark Twain
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