Member Poem

Reservoir Overlook
 
 
From this promontory
the wind does not indicate,
and in the cove below,
the stump field
is skeletal and pale in all seasons,
never hinting of change,
neither the eagle’s deep basket
out on the point
used year after year.
 
Unseen at first,
if it is possible to miss their thirty thousand,
blending with this bleached surface,
these fowl whose plumage named them,
the great flock rising, white wings
now accented by black tips,
wheeling
northbound for Canadian lakes and lands,
signaling
the wafer ice on the reservoir to melt;
the snow geese have made their appearance.
 
 
first published in The James Dickey Review