Something Told the Wild Geese
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.
Nice poem–and timely–but what strikes me (a compulsive copyeditor) is the poet’s need to use BOTH a comma and a dash combined to get the interruption/propulsion she wants in the line. It’s not standard punctuation, but we permit poets lots of liberties.
Beautiful! Have you ever read the fairy tale about the 12 princes who turned into geese? Peace, Jackie
On Fri, Dec 2, 2016 at 11:00 PM, Karinwritesdangerously wrote:
> karinwritesdangerously posted: ” Something Told the Wild Geese 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 feath” >