Something told them
This is the golden time here in the northeast. I’ve already heard the geese honking on their way south for the winter. I always get chills when I hear their voices and see their V formation, and I always remember this lovely poem by Rachel Field:
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 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.
Enjoy these beautiful days! For as Jack Kerouac said, “Life is holy and every moment is precious.”