BY ED NORTHEN
Emerging
Like Angels from heaven
Trumpeter swans gracefully glide
Through a waning autumn air
Migrating
In small and large groups
As if on a pilgrimage
For holy days
Their elongated necks
Gracefully extended
Journeying with a purpose
Powerful wings sustain them
Uplifted above the earth
Defying gravity
They are not secretive
Announcing their arrival with raucous calls
It is as though
They are heralding
An Important Proclamation
I listen intently
To the gaggles,
Honks and shrills
Each note and sound
Has important meaning
Though it is a foreign
Indiscernible language to me.
Winter is on the cusp
Advent arrives with it
And I reflect other announcements
Proclamation
Of coming events
Of realms splitting
Something within
Awakens
Stirs my spirit
For a sacred moment
The liminal space thins.