Bird Songs

First flowers
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,
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,
by early morning wonders.

I surrender
to the power,
of this mystic,
magnificent hour,
filled to overflowing,
with spring’s bird songs.




Filed under Literature, Poem, Poetry For the People

2 responses to “Bird Songs

  1. honey conol

    I thank you so much John for this lovely poem..

  2. ann aquino

    wonderful poem…. it’s really nice to hear birds singing in the early morning sun and woke seeing them dancing among the branches of the trees. thanks for sharing this poem.

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