I remember it
as October days are always remembered,
the air gold and so clean
~Leif Enger, Peace Like a River
In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.
Birds are just now returning from their winter elsewhere,
bringing their birdsong.
Mornings have been full
of tweets and twitters
of the feathered kind.
snow and northeast winds hit us hard three days ago.
Now the silence is back
as the birds tuck themselves in
hoping to ride it out.
I wait again to see and hear them.
Knowing they are here somewhere,
I’m just too noisy to notice.