all the trees here had leaves again.
The young and the ancient, sap moving,
breathing, throwing pollen to the soft wind.
Amazed joy in the limitless sky and
in the blink of a hummingbird’s eyelid.
I imagine the birds are wrens perched
on wires like notes on music paper.
Their complex song, here simple and short.
A day to fly like the king
of birds high in the new-blue sky.
Today, December 26, is known as Wren’s Day, Day of the Wren, or Hunt the Wren Day (Irish: Lá an Dreoilín). Celebrated on St. Stephen’s Day, the tradition consists of “hunting” a fake wren, putting it on top of a decorated pole and crowds of mummers or strawboys celebrate the wren (also pronounced as the wran) by dressing up in masks, straw suits and colorful motley clothing and, accompanied by traditional céilí music bands, parade through the towns and villages. These crowds are sometimes called wrenboys.