Thursday, December 6, 2007

Something Told the Wild Geese

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 whispered-"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.
~Rachel Field~


Sandy said...


Donna Boucher said...

what a wonderful poem. I have never heard it before. Thank you for sharing it.

kitten said...


Junebug said...

Thank you. I love the poem and don't you just love my sunrise pics? My husband called me as he was driving to work to go out and take a pic if I wanted to. So I did.

KellyJean said...

What beautiful pictures!

Robin said...

Those pictures are stunning...the poem is bonus :).