Hermit Thrush

One of these little guys has been hanging out in the dogwood tree outside my study window, plucking the last of the berries, then flitting up to the high branches of the pine to catch the sun. He spent a good ten minutes going back and forth this morning before heading deeper into the woods.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

2 thoughts on “Hermit Thrush”


    How could this be orange plumage
    without a proper yellow first

    or blue this darkness disrobe
    if light had not entered him

    here on this narrow peninsula
    call it bed or shorebird

    ab insulo all that’s left
    of a Roman aqueduct I loved

    a smile floating down
    think about it

    how in everything
    we’re held back

    except in thinking of you
    we’re already free.

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