SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESE by Rachel Field (1894-1942)
One of my favourite pieces of writing.....
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.......
Photographs 2021
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