Previously published in the weekly avocet
Greater Sandhill Cranes
A Haiban
Greater Sandhill Cranes are sojourners in Tennessee, caught between summer nests in Wisconsin and wintering grounds in Florida. Their rattling call is a trumpet in the skies. They gather at their staging area near Birchwood and call me to watch flights and arrivals. My friends and I watch the red headed dancers proclaim a restless domain on the shore, gray wings jostling like nervous shoppers on Black Friday. Cold air bites my nose and cheeks, sends needles through my gloves. Warm air and tang of Barbeque revive me at the program hall.
Cranes line windy shore
Lift and call across cold water
Homeward then we fly
Greater Sandhill Cranes
A Haiban
Greater Sandhill Cranes are sojourners in Tennessee, caught between summer nests in Wisconsin and wintering grounds in Florida. Their rattling call is a trumpet in the skies. They gather at their staging area near Birchwood and call me to watch flights and arrivals. My friends and I watch the red headed dancers proclaim a restless domain on the shore, gray wings jostling like nervous shoppers on Black Friday. Cold air bites my nose and cheeks, sends needles through my gloves. Warm air and tang of Barbeque revive me at the program hall.
Cranes line windy shore
Lift and call across cold water
Homeward then we fly
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