In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.
This is one thing on my list to do for spring, make up some boxes for them to find a place in my yard to call home, that and Bat boxes
That photo could have been taken in my backyard. Thank you for a lovely wakener this morning. It touched home
What a beautiful poem to describe this photo. Bravo once again.
It’s always wonderful to see bluebird boxes in places like this.
I love this so much. The photo–and the prose–bring me peace.
Reblogged this on august rain and commented:
My friend Leaf and Twig has some beautiful, simple posts. I just had to grab this one.
i was just eye-ing a bird box down the road, you’ve inspired me to investigate with camera in hand
Thank you for making my day!
Thanks for visiting my blog.
Ready for the birds. That’s wonderful.
That is so beautiful x I love to think that the marsh is waiting for the birds x
That striking blue…yes, grace, indeed.
Your photograph reminds me of an Andrew Wyeth painting—very nice.