It is neither spring nor summer: it is Always,
With towhees, finches, chickadees,
quail, wood doves,
With wrens, sparrows, juncos, cedar waxwings,
flickers,
With
And those birds forever dead,
The passenger pigeon, the great auk, the
California paraquet,
All birds remembered, O never forgotten!
All in my yard, of a perpetual Sunday,
All morning! All morning!
– Theodore Roethke