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:
In the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.
What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.
IMAGE CREDIT: Meadowlarks by John James Audobon