a new year . . .

I love the new year with all its promise and possibility!  And cranes.

Sandhill cranes come down from Idaho to winter in New Mexico. Geese, too. For the most part, the geese keep to one side of a large field, and the cranes to another, but once in awhile, you see them intermingling. Here is a poem celebrating both in a soggy field near my house.

Among a large flock of geese

wintering in the marsh,

two gray cranes step and stretch,

as if wrung from the morning rain.