Something Told The Wild Geese Something told the wild geeseIt was time to go.Though the fields lay goldenSomething whispered,’Snow.’ Leaves were green and stirring,Berries, luster-glossed,But beneath warm feathersSomething cautioned,’Frost.’ All the sagging orchardsSteamed with amber spice,But each wild breast stiffenedAt remembered ice. Something told the wild geeseIt was time to fly,Summer sun was on their […]
