Between the shadows
of new spring leaves
this new music
from birdsong;
but not just any bird,
I heard...
the Wood Thrush!
Seldom seen,
hard to find,
but this evening
he's weaving
a fine fabric of notes,
from his own flute.
Threads of joy woven
into this allegro;
this short song of praise.
Rising from the woods,
up and down the scale,
between the shadows.
His song is filled with grace.
My prayer is filled with gratitude.
Now we can celebrate spring.
The Wood Thrush has returned.
Listen to the call of the Wood Thrush from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology (Cornell)
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