Saturday, December 27, 2008
We feed our birds year round. The late spring days begin at early dawn with the songs of intensely colored birds.The Goldfinches other worldly yellow color is at its peak. As the days shorten,their colors fade until now,these short short days where they are an olive drab, but still just as beautiful.The flit of red from a cardinal is brilliant against the snow.There is a silence that slowly seeps into the world. The birds are silent visitors now. The snow mutes all noise. Sounds are more rounded. It is a starkly beautiful time of year. The exact opposite of the longest days. None of those garish greens, reds and blues , it's all monotones now.
Here is a wonderful winter poem by David Budbill From his book Moment to Moment.
All the raucous birds of summer
Faithless, transitory, fly-by- nights
Finally gone. Sky quiet, ear empty.
Chickadee, companion through
The cold and dark, little friend
At the door yard feeder again.
Now those of us who stay, we quiet ones
Settle into the winter
Posted by Marjorie Susman at Saturday, December 27, 2008