Category: birds

morning song

oh, Morning, you couldn’t wait. Sometimes, you arrive as an unannounced visitor too early for me to greet you with a welcoming hug. But I join you anyway, with sleepy eyes and a cup of tea, my journal, a pen in hand, and shuffling…

notes of joy

welcome to this day! feathered friends sing with delight notes of joy – rise!

wild geese

It has become a tradition for me to read the poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver on the first morning I hear the geese migrating south.  After listening to her interview with Krista Tippett (On Being), I can only hear the poet reading the…