Sweetness.
In northern lands now it is Spring and this is the season
to celebrate nature
as thrush trilling in tall trees opens windows to heaven
by such intricate song.
This shy bird, being a lover of evening, likes palest light
so year after year he
makes sunset his stage and warbles late sweetness hid
inside thicket's wide brush.
What a missing, in Spring, if this dapple-breast-bundle
of feathery gift was
not geared to be here so praise as I feel my soul shiver
when I hear my first thrush.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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I hope this springtime will treat you well.
A truly magical time of year, feathered friend and poem about it all - great write Fay.
A beautiful poem Fay and so nice that everything is spring now........ I haven't seen a thrush at my home but I will look up how to attract them - there are many varieties but we have a "wood thrush" that appears similar to the one you are showing us....... I'd love to have one singing in my garden!
Ahh lovely write Fay.
Thanks FAY ~ Beautiful Photo ~ Bird & Poem. My MUM's garden is furnished for birds ~ and a large French Window to view them through ! The Flats where I live surround a garden which has Shrubs ~ Bird boxes ~ Bird tables & Bird baths etc so we do get many species of birds. The THRUSH is an understated Bird but always neat and smart ! As you say its trill does sweeten the Sunset unless it is drowned out Musak and City Sounds ! So called CIVILISATION has much to answer for ~ Thanks for caring and sharing ~ Yours as always BRIAN ! Please check my CATS ~ Thanks B !
A super poem, my dear Fay!
A great pic of that beautiful thrush! Love hearing their sweet sound. “Sweetness” indeed! A friend of mine photographed one in Central Park two years ago! They are beautiful sweet little creatures!
~Laura~
oh, how you carry the sweetness upon your flight through this wonderful piece of writing. you write like how a sweet thrush chirps in all it's glory. love it, Fay.
Beautiful write Fay. I was walking into town the other day and took a oath by a stream and there above me was a thrush singing quite beautifully.
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