Northern Waterthrush

Found in still water’s presence

Not thrush. A warbler.

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. – Wendell Berry


(photo taken this morning)