A series on Oakland Cont

It is winter in Oakland
but the sky is clearing
over the wetlands
where the geese
are clear for landings
and take-offs
on stretches of earth
that will be gone by summer.
Fleeting
It is all so temporary
in the presence of beauty,
the succulents drip
the twinkle of dew on a lazy stamen-
the morning sun, promising hope.