|Black-throated green warbler (Photo by Dan Pancamo)|
We dreamed of warblers all winter, in our beds silently waiting.
Now, the early migrants, the woodland sprites, are starting to pass through our valley on their way farther north. I've received word from my KTOS friend Robin that she saw a black-and-white warbler near her house and from youth-filled Eliot, wide-eyed and talented, just beginning her life in the solace of birds. She had a black-throated green (zoo-zee, zoo-zoo-zee) and a yellow-throated warbler in the yard she shares with her mother.
Listen and watch for these splashes of spring. But they are flighty, like fleeting notions to do something frivolous.
They do beseech thee, these dreams of warblers. What did Romeo say? "Too flattering sweet to be substantial."
But these, kind readers, are more than mere wisps of the imagination.