Thursday, 9 October 2014

Day 812: Wild Geese

 

There is a time for everything, including endings and goodbyes and movings-on.


Something Told the Wild Geese - 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. 

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