Something told the Wild Geese...

This is a favorite poem of mine and I thought I would share it today. Our weather has turned to Autumn and the rains have started. I think of this poem every time I hear the geese calling as they fly overhead. Happy Fall!

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