Perhaps he was not praying
The sunset thrush I heard
Perhaps he was not saying
His thanks;
Perhaps a bird in leafy dimness
Swaying
Can have no thought of prayer;
But my heart is praying
Because I heard him there.
~Jane Merchant
I realize this is not a Sunset Thrush, but I wanted to post one of
my bird photos with this wonderful poem. It is uplifting to hear
any bird sing.
I must thank my sister, Patty, for sending this poem to me. I
am now sharing it with all of you.
♥ audrey
11 comments:
The wonderful thing as Spring approaches is the abundance of birdsong. Yes, we have some in the winter, but suddenly the chorus is filled again!!!
Lovely!
XXOO!!
Anne
What a lovely poem. Can't wait to be able to sit on the porch and listen.
I just love to hear the Robins with their morning song!! It is so beautiful......
Love the poem!
Happy Spring!!
Love,
Marilyn
xxoo
It is so lovely, thanks for sharing
Lovely poem, thanks for sharing. I always look forward to the Swainson's Thrush arrival, I think their song is my favorite summer song, with the winter wren being my favorite year round. We always call the thrushes the "twirly birds" because when I first heard them sing, didn't know what they were but the way their song seems to spiral up as though they were spinning around...well, you get the picture. Don't you?;-)
such a lovely poem, thanks so much for this post!
My favorite little bird. Are a ton of them outside my studio window as I write this. Nice photo.
I dearly love to listen to the birds sing. Beautiful photo of a Chickadee too!
Audrey - this morning I took my tea outside (before everyone was up). There was a definite chill in the air, but one beautiful red cardinal sat on my forsythia, singing his little heart out. He knows spring is here. :) Beautiful poem! xox Pam
Where is the painting? where is the painting? I wanna see! I wanna see!
OMG! The spring blooms are AWESOME! So besautiful!
your photos are wonderful and what a great poem!!!
Post a Comment