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
