Monday, September 21, 2009

Something Told the Wild Geese...

Today, on my way home from visiting Charlie, I saw a formation of wild geese flying south.

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 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.

2 Comments:

At 6:10 PM, Blogger Wendy said...

I liked that.

 
At 12:14 PM, Blogger Wendy said...

I like this poem. Good to "see" you on your blog again!

 

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