Wood Thrush

Detail, Wood Thrushes in the Tulip Poplar, Cathy Kiffney
The woods are full of Wood Thrush this year, their song is so beautiful. 
 
High on Nardil and June light
I wake at four,
waiting greedily for the first
note of the wood thrush. Easeful air
presses through the screen
with the wild, complex song
of the bird, and I am overcome
by ordinary contentment.
What hurt me so terribly
all my life until this moment?
How I love the small, swiftly
beating heart of the bird
singing in the great maples;
its bright, unequivocal eye.
-Jane Kenyon