Sunday, January 18, 2009

Swan song (and one for the other birds, too)...

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.


Photography by Erin Dale, ©2009
"Something Told the Wild Geese," by Rachel Field

1 comment:

Emily said...

Ooh, I love these photos! I've never seen waterfowl on ice before; this is really a lovely scene :)