Something Told The Wild Geese ....

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.