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.
Oh what a great picture of the geese flying they look so marvelous up so high.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Heidi
PS Stop over and see me sometime, I am having a giveaway.
Hi Debbie, Thanks for visiting me! I love your bio- it could be mine, minus the grandchildren- not yet, but hoping! What a beautiful poem, I just saw geese flying today. Thank you so much for sharing your lovely blog.
ReplyDeleteYvonne
What a lovely poem. I remember every fall when I grew up in Michigan we new winter was arriving when the geese would start flying south.
ReplyDeletePenny
What a unique picture! We don't have as many birds at our feeders right now.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your week!
WOW~ amazing picture! So glad you came by for a visit. :)
ReplyDeleteJ~
I guess we will see them in a few days then. I live in SW FLorida.
ReplyDeleteI love meeting new people and clicked to follow you. Come by for a visit and I hope you'll do the same.
cheri