I first heard this short poem from my father, and I’m sure it’s about a Carolina Wren:

“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.

A magical thing. And sweet to remember 

We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.

I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”

                           Oliver Herford
Maeve Kim, Jericho Center



> On Jan 13, 2021, at 8:58 AM, Sue Wetmore <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 
> My Carolina wren was also singing which was a nature moment to savor.
> Sue Wetmore 
> 
> Sent from my iPod
> 
>> On Jan 13, 2021, at 8:45 AM, Veer Frost <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> 
>> Almost unbearably moving in this distraught moment we are in.Veer
>> Frost, Passumpsic NEK
>> 
>> They have lost what is real (I Ching)