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