The Haunting Hermit Thrush

Every so often, I think of pulling up my modern version of tent stakes and lighting out for new territory.  What would I miss?  A house I seem incapable of heating for much of the year?  A summer that’s been rain, downpour, sheets of storm?  A road nearly impassable in mud season?  Black flies?  Maggots in the brassica roots?

Walking down to the mailbox today, I realized I would miss the pure, haunting melody of the hermit thrush, this tiny, unassuming brown bird.  The hermit thrush is a forest bird, not a bird feeder creature, and not inclined to appear in a suburban backyard.  For just a brief bit of the year, the forest around us sings with its loveliness, an auditory treasure.

… we drop everything to listen as a
hermit thrush distills its fragmentary,
hesitant, in the end

unbroken music.

Amy Clampitt


About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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