I sit here in the summer
Listening to the pines whisper away
Telling secrets and stories, always inviting all to stay.
As a child, the first Robin was always exciting to discover. It was a sign that the kites were to be flown and Spring was coming soon. Now a few stay all year, but are always fun to see. They stay in a flock over winter, usually in deep woods.
Starlings have such a pretty reel of song, I believe almost 15 sound patterns.
That tiny shimmer of water
Rises above the ice as it flows
It doesn't bother to stay very long
It just goes and goes and goes.