straight from the trees and the field on the hill. They are back, the birds. I walked three times around the water smiling at the ones with the liquid voices. Redwings, ko ka leee, "they come to melt the ice with their song", said Thoreau and there are robins too and geese flying home.
It's spring it's spring it's spring.
It's a shame no one will bother to notice it for at least nine days.