
Waking up to the blackbird’s song
a lovely sound it’s all along.
the lark it twitters right at dawn
by the edge of wood you see a fawn.
**
The breeze, it touches twig and bloom
the bees, they hum and search their room
to collect the nectar for their brood
spring is here and lifts your mood.
**
Carefully you watch the tree
find lizard and wren, and they both flee.
From far you hear a starling’s voice
So much spring and so much joice.
**
Bluebirds, finches, sparrows fly
argue, fight and then soar high.
They collect the very best
for their brood within the nest.
**
You walk and smile, sun on your skin
a soft wind in your hair and you lift your chin.
the hum, the songs, the twitter in your ear
and then you know: spring is here.
*****
(Copyright, April 2016, Aurora Jean Alexander)

Beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thanks so much for the wonderful compliment Rachel. I’m very happy to hear you like it. 🙂
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Very lovely. You painted imagery with your words so nicely. Although you left out the part about the trees, grass, and flowers pollinating the place like crazy and driving people’s allergies into overdrive. Maybe next time. (just kidding)
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I have to admit, I rather writer poetry about things I know, Allan. I thank God I don’t have to suffer from allergies…
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A very sweet poem, it made me long to live outside of the city, where I could take Nature’s blessing into my soul in full.
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I’m glad I don’t live directly in a city and I have the chance to see and hear the birds.
It was great hearing from you. Thank you for dropping by, leaving your comment and for your compliment on the poem.
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