November - Winter already?

Well, the calendar may say November but the weather the last week has been downright winterish. We have been below freezing since Monday night and had snow showers or flurries for the last two weeks. But I am amazed at the number of birds hanging around our house, especially robins. So today's poem is for the robins.

"Something Told the Wild Geese"

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 eacah 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