Social Isolation: Day 38
One bird sang from a bare oak today as I strode along in mask and hat and gloves and layers of clothing. It’s almost May and yet our region of the country is stuck in stubborn cold. Air, sky, gravel path all gray, the oak gray, too. The song, though, so melodious I tried to pick out colors that could identify the bird Somehow it too looked gray, as if disguised by fog. But what a song. Varied, piercing, sweet, it turned sound into color. And, from the far side of the gray floodplain, came a faint response. S. Robbins, April 24, 2020
Sherry Robbins 