2014/10/04

Something Told the Wild Geese


Something Told the Wild Geese
Rachel Field (1894 – 1942)


 “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 breast stiffened
 At remembered ice.

 Something told the wild geese
 It was time to fly,—
 Summer sun was on their wings,
 Winter in their cry.”

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