The morning birds sing A song I’ve longed to hear A welcome, A farewell They sing this time of year A welcome to spring’s Saving grace A farewell to winter’s Scowling face The morning birds sing Under shifting skies As spring is born Of winter’s demise
Won’t you stay awhile To hear the sparrows, sing? Just listening To the message they bring A peaceful surrender From a life too fast A deep calming breath That will last and last From a simple song That muffles the noise The sweetest symphony Of the purest joy Won’t you stay awhile To hear… Read More Stay Awhile
Photo thanks to my hubby AJ Collette Known simply as Heckler More than any other name Tossing out insults Was indeed his favorite game ~ Early each morning At the crack of dawn He finds the highest tree top To look down upon ~ The comings and goings The antics of them all He… Read More Heckler
The sun sits A little higher in the sky As fair-weather clouds Meander by Birds have traded Their drab winter colors For vibrant feathers To wear for the summer As their songs fill The fresh atmosphere They announce to all Springtime is here Arriving with their melody Hope, too returns For brighter days… Read More Springtime
In the company Of angels There’s a peaceful song To hear It’s filled with Heaven’s trumpets And the delicate song Of birds In a symphony of Beating wings That encourages all To hear A song of hope And glory A hymn of peace to bless Our world
When the air is crisp And the leaves are gone The tree’s bare branches Call them home; One-by-one They pick their perch Until the naked tree Is clothed with birds; A haunting song they do sing Of warmer days gone by A fond farewell For leaves who’ve met their demise; From bare branches Where they… Read More Haunting Song
In this great big world We’re living in Where opportunity awaits To lose or win; Know your goals Before you begin Then take a leap of faith Into the wind; Drifting on new wings You’ll learn to fly To where your dreams And goals reside
Twisting and turning Together they drift Tossed on the wind The group does not split As a flock They’ll go where they’ll go But with just one flap Dissention does show There’s one who has chosen To separate On spread wings he’ll fly To claim his own fate
Though you’ve risen To new heights Remember Where you’ve been Before you once again take flight
There’s no commotion This time of year For our feathered friends Who’ve gathered near; Islanders Not willing to revoke Their view from above Where they watch townsfolk; Who stay all year Just like they do Staking their claim The whole winter through; Until bitter cold’s gone And warm days return When summer people come Streets and… Read More Islanders
