Geese Fly Over the Portland Roadhttps://i0.wp.com/barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Misty-Path.png?fit=2000%2C1333&ssl=120001333Beth BrookeBeth Brookehttps://i1.wp.com/barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/image1-1-e1539635895224.jpeg?fit=96%2C96&ssl=1
The geese flew today:
a vanguard of winter.
Like a plough turning the soil,
their skein furrowed the sky;
wings plunging through the air,
pulled up and away from me.
Although the sky was still blue,
still streaked with the soft orange
of an early morning sun,
the sight reminded me that
the season of our growing together
is over, and the harvest done.
Beth lives in Dorset near the Jurassic Coast but grew up in the Middle East. The landscapes of both inspire her writing. Her poetry often focuses on change – what is gained and lost in the process. She was a teacher of English and history but now works in teacher education. She has written textbooks for education and won the poetry prize in the Sherborne Literary Festival in 2014.