“The White Goose” a haibun by Donna Fleischer | Fiera Lingue

The White Goose


The white goose tilts its head to the side, casting a blue eye up
at the visitor. Orange beak very bright with sun and snow light.
Transfixed among calved ice slabs, it barely floats in the metal
trough, until just before sundown. As it rises, I follow.


How nimbly, the goose leaves its tiny glacier, waddles to a
heap of hay inside a nearby barn, softly honking, murmuring,
poking at the dry yellow straw of its very own bed.


palm leaf offering –

the child’s fist stays tight

all the way home


© Donna Fleischer
The White Goose | Fiera Lingue
  1. Reblogged this on word pond.

    • Christina
    • March 29th, 2015

    pure white beauty…

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