Wood Thrush

Detail, Wood Thrushes in the Tulip Poplar, Cathy Kiffney

The woods are full of Wood Thrush this year, their song is so beautiful. 

 

High on Nardil and June light

I wake at four,

waiting greedily for the first

note of the wood thrush. Easeful air

presses through the screen

with the wild, complex song

of the bird, and I am overcome

by ordinary contentment.

What hurt me so terribly

all my life until this moment?

How I love the small, swiftly

beating heart of the bird

singing in the great maples;

its bright, unequivocal eye.

-Jane Kenyon