Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I could not see the spring. I could not hear the spring. I could not touch the spring. Once upon a time… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
A lizard in the spring - hear his darling sing. A bird with wings to fly - go back to his darling… — Charles Frazier Copy Share Image
