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.”