The birds are all around us In this joyous oncoming of summer. The woods thick with calls, With wings and flutter, Even a daylight owl, turning Dark and mysterious eyes toward our path. The sweet ascending song Of a Swainson’s Thrush lifts My spirits, the quiet chirp of robins Announcing the dusk, Time to seek our nests. Wherever you are in this moment, Open a door or a window. Listen. Surely the world outside Will sing to you.
Joy!