May in the Marsh

in the darkness silence is momentarily palpable after the crickets quiet before a faint rustle from reeds floats over shallow water as the light breaks through white oak boughs phee phee phee phee brreepp brreepp brreep zee-zee whhrrrpp whhrrrpp whhrrrpp sweet sweet sweet I’m so sweet calls of birds like Swainson thrush, black-headed grosbeak, lazuli … Continue reading May in the Marsh