Monday morning, 6 AM

the geese came early
this morning, and loudly

already it was too gray a day
for the sun to make an appearance

the dogs, fractious still from being
pulled out into the dark and rain

growled up at the windows long after
the clattery troupe had passed

and moments later the rain
let loose and I with my umbrella

crept out the back door
into another day

© Sarah Whiteley

small birds

just here reside
small flutterings
as if the trifling ghosts
of small birds
(restless things)
pulled short of migration
had dithering paused
and remain
perching somewhere
between breast and sky
somewhere here
between you and I

© Sarah Whiteley