"Every mountain means at least two valleys."- Anonymous
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESE by Rachel Field Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, - "Snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, - "Frost." All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild beast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly, - Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry.