Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Falling Into Winter

Wild Geese
Photo By The Praying Life

One of my favorite poems still to this day and particularly with the change in the weather from Fall to Winter is this short poem. This poem says so much with so little that the crisp air fills in the blanks. My third grade teacher was a true dynamo — Mrs. Phillips who never stopped inspiring my love of so many things. The words almost paint the picture for you in some immortal portrait that temperature immediately conjours up. There is a smell and sound of this transition in seasons.


Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the field lay golden
Something whispered "Snow".

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, lustre-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.

Author: Rachel Field

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