Sunday, September 22, 2013

Moving On...


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.