November "If I Were the Wind"

This is an excerpt from "A Sand County Almanac" by Aldo Leopold, from the 1977 Tamarack Press edition. Leopold's poetic description of Fall weather, and life's lessons taught by having a woodlot and cutting firewood are chronicled in the November essays.
"The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playful swirls, and the wind hurries on. In the marsh, long windy waves surge across the grassy sloughs, beat against the far willows. A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving. but there is no detaining the wind" ...
"Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a far-away dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ears at that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on. The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer"