SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESE
by Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whhispered, --- "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 beast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly, --- Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry.