Although his song is just a trill, you might spot him in the lower branches on your morning walks.
What is your favorite season? I always think it is spring, until fall cools off the summer days
a poem I'd written two years ago about our family's cousin memories, especially walking to the corner gas station for ice cream; the prompt to my memory was "corner store."
I love the canopy of maple and sycamore trees in my backyard, where I sit on a cushioned swing to rock back and forth while listening to the warble of songbirds.