Our singing bird has returned.
Just open the back door and step out. You will hear his song.
His voice is clear and strong.
He is back.
Mary Oliver knows what I mean.
She penned these lines in the poem Such Singing in the Wild Branches :
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last for more than a few moments. It's one of those magical places wise people like to talk about. One of the things they say about it, that is true, is that, once you've been there, you're there forever. ... Quick, then - open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song may already be drifting away.