Bird Songs

Bird Songs

Trees greening,

first flowers

waking,

aching,

stretching for the sun

just cresting

distant hills.

Painting wispy

lacy clouds,

pink perfection.

There they are again,

the sweet notes

that woke me

from a dreamless dream.

That pulled me fast

from warm cocoon,

to windows

open

to all possibilities,

to new born breeze.

Its fingers, chill,

caress naked skin.

I thrill

to a nearby robin’s trill,

To a distant

chick-a de, de, de, de.

I am enraptured,

captured

by early morning wonders.

I surrender

to the power,

of this mystic,

magnificent hour,

filled to overflowing,

with spring’s bird songs.

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