Autumn. The pink-footed
Geese return.
On Arctic wind borne,
Anser brachyrhynchus
Drawn south for winter
By the failing sun.
Icelandic guests
Yakking to and fro
In loose formation,
From roosting site
To tattie fields.
Heading eastwards tonight,
Under the tattered canopy
Of variegated cloud,
In thin, ragged lines.
As pixelated soundwave,
Rippling and scratching
Across a dusk sky
Too pure to photograph,
Too perfect to be real.