Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. ~Unknown
When you consider the life
of another creature, it is is
often humbling. The temperature that day was not
much above zero. We measured
the cold by
frost on our scarves from our breaths.
were by the lake to take
winter pictures, but
we became fascinated by
geese in the water. After a few moments
of observation, we could see that
the cold didn’t seem to bother them. We had begun to take
photos when we saw it – goose breath
puffing in the cold air. Blew us completely away.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2018
*Mr. Wald, our classroom stool-repairer, provided the memory that became this poem.
This poem has an ephemeral, sublime quality in the images of the lake and geese.ReplyDelete
Wow. Goose breath. Seeing birds - those things made up of magic, air, and feathers - seeing that they actually breathe is a stunning reminder of our interconnectedness.ReplyDelete
What a cool memory to share!