Call of Fall

Listening to the geese overhead going back and forth from the field to the lake. It is the call of Fall. The sound is sometimes deafening, drowning out all other sound. Interesting how sound can change the feeling of something. Today is like any other day, even hot like the middle of July, but the sound of the geese changes it. How do other sounds change us, without our knowing.

This is one of my favourite songs:

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. – Rachel Field