Something told the wild geese <br />It was time to go; <br />Though the fields lay golden <br />Something whispered, - 'snow'. <br />Leaves were green and stirring, <br />Berries, luster-glossed, <br />But beneath warm feathers <br />Something cautioned, - 'frost'. <br /> <br />All the sagging orchards <br />Steamed with amber spice, <br />But each wild breast stiffened <br />At remembered ice. <br /> <br />Something told the wild geese <br />It was time to fly - <br />Summer sun was on their wings, <br />Winter in their cry.<br /><br />Rachel Lyman Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-told-the-wild-geese/
