Before twilight, I could hear a bird or two calling.
I made myself a cup of coffee.
Out of the dark came twilight colours, this
encouraged more birds to call out creating a
stereophonic effect echoing amongst the trees.
Colours became brighter and brighter as the sun
crept closer and closer towards the horizon.
By now I could hear a whole chorus of birds
whistling and chirping their morning songs.
I made some breakfast listening to the bird song
of the morning.
In a blaze of colour, the sun arrived above the horizon
dancing with rays bathing the morning with sunshine.
Seeing the great golden orb set off melodious songs amongst
the birds welcoming the sun for the day amongst
a kaleidoscope of colours.©
By Jerry Behr
21/10/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem