The Eve

Trail Wood #34.2.09 Earl Plato

Writer’s note: Yes. I’m “jumping the gun” with these Trail Wood articles. This latest is part of his March 20th offering. I just can’t wait for Spring. Forgive me.
“Daybreak and sunrise. Starlight and night. Between the two we live the final day and make the final walks while the earth is rushing through space on the final miles that will complete its ring around the sun.
When evening comes-Spring’s Eve-we are waiting in the dusk to watch once more the spectacle that has accompanied the end of the recent days. We hear the whistle of wings; we catch sight of a chunky form with long, down tilted bill lifting from the darkened meadows; we follow it up and up as in wide, speeding circles it climbs into the still glowing sky. We stand with heads thrown back watching it diminish in size. We strain our ears to catch the beginning notes of that sweet, twittering warble-the flight song of a woodcock in the days that mark the transition of the seasons into Spring.”