Monday, November 1, 2010

ready for November?

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 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.

----Rachel Field






1 comment:

Little Miss Can't Be Wrong said...

what a beautiful poem! and love the photos, too!