My bird is up and singing at 4am.
Long before the sun, my bird has arisen…
His song heard from the high trees across the way.
How can you mind this expression of living…
This appreciation of life?
There are worse ways to be awoken,
Than with a song, a melody,
A celebration of Life, of Love.
By first light, my bird has encouraged a chorus…
Avian varieties of birdsong, each unique;
Overlapping refrains of "Good Morning",
Each greeting the new day dawning.
I open a door, and look out upon the Spring…
The green, leafy woods.
Elsewhere in the world, there will be dark,
And there are places where birdsong is not heard.
But, my bird sings…
And, by listening…
I have more options today.
5-25-2016
You have captured that moment in every way that it is possible to catch it. There's a magic to the dawn that is accompanied by a bird greeting it. My brother gets mad at these dawn singers, I was amazed at his dour attitude! , I love being awakened by that happy chee-chee-cheer-up cheer-up. It tickles me that your poem also has a rhythm that matches a bird bouncing from branch to branch. Your poem is full of thoughtful reflections and shifting images and you captivated my soul with: - - - - - - By first light, my bird has encouraged a chorus… Avian varieties of birdsong, each unique; Overlapping refrains of Good Morning, Each greeting the new day dawning. Fantastic poem!
Thanks so much, Susan... to know you've touched another soul with painted-picture words only and been able to convey a moment in time is a poet's plan, and purpose, and humble gift, if a reality.
A wonder of nature's manifestation beautifully portrayed in this short and sweet song. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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