Waiting on His Song in My Woods

It’s not spring until he comes home

Photo by William Daigneault on Unsplash

“A birdsong can even, for a moment, make the whole world into a sky within us, because we feel that the bird does not distinguish between its heart and the world’s.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

The Wood Thrush arrived in my woods today. His lilting, flute-like song is the official music of May. An unassuming bird of brown back and…