with our feathered friends
trying to absorb a little of beautiful autumn.
Helped along by Barb over at http://handbookofnaturestudy.blogspot.com. She’s done a beautiful job of making this topic accessible and very enjoyable. Thank you Barb!
Something Told the Wild Geese
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 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.
Rachel Field










