On A Late Autumn Day...

 

"The forest has a thousand moods... 

For every mood an answering bird. 

The bird is but a living word

To voice the spirit of the woods;

His own, the singer must sing;

He may not touch an alien string,

Nor silent be, nor fail the key,

Lest that aerial symphony.

which ever and forever weaves

It's mystic numbers through the leaves,

Should lack one deep or tender tone.

However dark, however lone

The shadow or the solitude,

The mighty oneness of the wood

Links singer unto singer there,

And pours one choral on the air.

~James H. Ecob

The Choral of the Forest, 1911

A beautiful Osprey, on a late Autumn day.