Summer Conversation Poem by linda barrett

Summer Conversation
@2016 Linda Barrett

7 A.M. Late May/ Early June

I rise, swirling around in my bed's floral sheet
The Sun raises its rays
Illuminating the backyard
with its golden pools of light
among the thick emerald grass and trees
Orange and yellow tiger lilies
have yet to open their petals
For their morning show.
In the tree branches,
the birds prepare their voices
for today's choral piece
Although,
I can't see them,
I know each of their individual tunes.
The blue jay's shriek
cuts the air with scissor sharpness
The whippoorwill coos
its mournful song in the backyard's far corner
Another bird whose body is invisible
in the multitude of tree branches
sings a trilling tune
about spring's arrival
but its song ceases
Around the fall.
Other birds whose species
are unknown by me
Yet, their preparation
for the late spring and summer concerts
always cheers me
at this time of year.