Something told them

by Helen on October 18th, 2009

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 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.”

  1. A wonderful poem – thanks for sharing.

    • I always make the mistake of thinking that poem was by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I didn’t know anything about Rachel Field, so I checked Wikipedia. She was of my parents’ (your grandparents’) generation. She wrote books for children and adults, including All This and Heaven Too. Apparently someone set Something Told the Wild Geese to music. Maybe we can find the music, and you can sing it!