Long shafts of dying light
filter through the trees,
illuminating the stillness with a cathedral grace.
Padding through shades of citrine and emerald,
I am alone in the hush;
a woodpecker drums on a distant bough
and a Hermit Thrush
with the twinkle of wings,
throws off his invisibility cloak
to search the leaf litter
before alighting on a twig,
camouflage rejected,
brown on brown with a rust tail.
Is it me or does there seem to be a lot of Hermit Thrushes around this year?
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the verses are a great way to describe your ups and downs of birding too, nice.
Lovely poem and great shot of the Hermit Thrush.
I don’t know about Hermits but we are having tons of Swainson’s around here.
Bird photography poetry, how wonderful, Bev.
In my part of the world, there does seem to be a lot of Hermit Thrushes around this year with a few Gray-cheeked Thrushes too.
Very nice photo!
Lovely poem and photo! Well< i have been seeing allot of Wood thrushes and veerys.
I like your commentary which lets me feel as if I am right there with you. A beautiful ‘moment in time’.
Great post.
Beautiful pros and capture of the Hermit Thrush Bev. I love the way these little ones pop out of the brush and their beautiful song completes the scene. What a delight!
That’s so lovely, Bev!
Beautiful little bird…ohhhh! Are you a poet? I hope you are writing those down…awesome poetry!
Great shot, and I love your lyrical commentary.