I don’t want to belabour the point that Spring’s arrival is more eagerly anticipated than any other season’s, yet it’s not only a fact, but a particularly poignant one in 2017 when its is taking so long to extract Winter’s talons from the back of the land….
So I thought I should share this poem I started writing many years ago and have updated many times as my insights have evolved. I think it’s especially relevant now:
Spring Birds what first excites about the return of Spring is the birds....as southern Sun duels tired North Wind for Soil's allegiance we search, each day, heavenward hopefully impatiently...
more suddenly than bursting buds, new green, or arctic blooms, our winged friends reappear almost as if they’d never left...
First, the geese in majestic undulating wedges pointing the way — their unmelodic greetings still music to starved ears... then one .....by one ......and more ..........and more ...........they find us —
mergansers and mallards darting in and out of marshes and shores squabbling for space.
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House Finch, Belmont.
Crested Song Sparrow of Belmont photographed on April 1….
sparrows and finches trilling in hedges, ....bluebirds riding fence rails, .......robins and flickers pulling treasure from lawns, blackbirds, red-flashed and furious, grating like rusting barbed wire stretching on fences crossed, ..........staking their claims and pleading for mates, .................killdeers kri-kri-ing in charade, ..........and, here and there, .......juncoes investigating everything.they jog our memory — are these the fledglings last seen camoufrocked in battle fatigues? bright plumage now restored by tropic sunshine costumed to suit the operettas rehearsed for eternity now broadcast on sunbeams to our winter-weary souls....
birds & musings 