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)

That’s a lovely little bird! I love the poems today.
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Thank you, Deborah.
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