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.
My favorite :o)
Both Patrick and I have noticed the geese don't seem to be flying over and heading south yet this year.
Do you think they know about El Nino? Do you think they know it will be mild enough to find open water? I'm not sure how much a bird brain ;op can know.
But it's interesting that they are hanging around.
not your picture huh mom? I sure wish it was...... :D
ReplyDeleteIt's hilarious, no?
DeleteI hope it means the mild weather will last all winter! I saw a scene in a movie or television show recently (Call the Midwife perhaps?) where a young man on a bicycle peddled into a field full of geese to watch them all fly up and away. The poem reminded me of that scene.
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Sandy C.
That picture reminded me a bit of the Museum of Selfies. You can google it. They take museum pictures and PhotoShop in a hand holding a camera as if the image was taken as a selfie. Isn't it fun to think of the goose photo as one the front goose took on its camera?
ReplyDeleteLove this poem too. Second only to 'The Mist and All' for autumn perfection
ReplyDeleteI will look that up Anita.
DeleteOh my goodness, that photo is so funny! It reminds me of the goose in "Babe". :)
ReplyDeleteBabe is such a sweet, cute movie!
DeleteThat's hilarious!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and love that you post it yearly. Comforting. Thanks.
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Love the poem...as someone drowning a bit through the El Nino down in Houston, I think the birds have been smart to delay their flight. They think this will be the wettest year on record in Houston and that's saying something! It is fascinating to think about how the animals know instinctively when to come and go.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a visual poem painting lovely scenes in my mind of the wild geese.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Oh, and the last photo is really funny! It made me laugh.
love and prayers, jep
One of my favorites too!
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