Today marks the anniversary of the death of poet Sara Teasdale.
Teasdale wrote a surprising number of lovely poems about birds. Here are five of our favorites:
These poems can be found in these two volumes, which are available as FREE Kindle ebooks:
A Winter Bluejay
CRISPLY the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail invisible net.
In ecstasy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstasy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstasy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?
IMAGE CREDIT: Meadowlarks by John James Audobon