first day of spring
the birds sing
welcoming the dawn
the nestlings yawn
Tag: birds
little nature poems 1
Flowers appear
Love blossoms
Bees hum
Birds sing
cloud of memories
Rain falls,
pitter patter on the roof.
Birds flee from the droplets
from under the trees.
The ground is sodden
as the grass becomes greener,
passing clouds wield thunder;
dreams are hidden
in a cloud of memories.
call of the hoopoe
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
Birds in the sky
it wouldn’t be the same
without birds in the sky
singing their songs
A bird covered sky
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
Birds
if we could talk to birds
what would they say
would it be the arrival of spring
each twittering chatter
a whistle or two
heading into summer
such commotion
and synchronicity
as we fall into autumn
are they still with us
the weather becoming colder
in winter time
Time
When all is done, nothing left.
What once was new, is old again.
To stand upon the shore,
the seas subconscious call.
Birds fly past, rekindle thoughts.
Rejoice! for the wind has given breath,
so we may feel the light
to ignite the pinnacles of heaven.
Echoes of Life 