Francine Roberts Poet Quintain (English)

Awakened By Feathered Songsters

I awake to an early morn, still dark,
to singing birds greeting the day,
Sounds of chickadees and the lark
invade my slumber before sun's first ray,
making sleep impossible to stay.

Wakefullness comes with melodic song,
more soothing than an alarm clock ringing.
As the morning progresses along
more birds join in to the glorious singing.
Such serenity to my morning they're bringing.

Feathered songsters bring such joy
with the music that they choose to share.
The tones and pitches they employ
travel through the still, quiet air
creating melodies, oh, so fair.

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Elizabeth Wesley May 8, 2012 at 10:35 AM Beautiful! with spring now here, my sky is filled with songs too. Have you published a book yet Francine? Your poems are really special and would be so nice in a book. I have to confess though, if you expect to sell, it is a lot of work. I've come to realize we don't often produce a best seller! Luv, Lizzie

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 30, 2011 at 8:25 PM Such pleasantries Francine to read about these glorious birs u present in your poetry.. waking up to these lovely songsters is a treat and a joy to hear and behold..good luck in the contest if u enter for Constance..happy weekend my friend..

Don Johnson April 30, 2011 at 8:13 PM Great verse Francine Aussie birds they flutter, and squark and squawk n squeek, The Kookaburra does stutter, ha ha he he so sweet... comments few are lovely too love Don

Debbie Guzzi April 28, 2011 at 5:24 PM Makes one so happy, yes? I heard on NPR this woman was writing down the notes of bird calls, actually writing the sound in musical notation so it could be played say like on flute! Cool huh? Thanks for your kind comments. Light & Love

Joyce Johnson April 28, 2011 at 1:45 PM Very pretty Francine. Keep on penning. thank you for your kind comments. Love, joyce

Dr.Ram Mehta April 28, 2011 at 4:27 AM Beautiful poem with flow pleasant feelings of the singing of birds. I am at Niagara and hearing the only sound of seagulls. Thanks for the alert on category of my poem. I have changed it to free verse.

Nette Onclaud April 27, 2011 at 8:07 PM finally, you are relishing the songs of spring, francine... a beauty! congrats on your win in the "touch-me" contest! ..huggs, nette

Andrea Dietrich April 27, 2011 at 3:25 PM I'm reading lots of pretty bird poems today and glad to see one in quintain form. thanks for showing that form to me! Otherwise I would never have ever heard of it.

Carolyn Devonshire April 27, 2011 at 1:24 PM It's certainly a pleasure to wake up to birds singing, Francine. Now that spring is here you will enjoy these melodies for months. (Found an alarm clock with padding on the outside; you can throw it against a wall to make it stop!) Bring on the choir of birds instead! Love, Carolyn

Gautami Phookan April 27, 2011 at 11:26 AM Sounds of chickadees and the lark..What a lovely morning Francine! On PS at present it's like beautiful birds galore, they're either singing or wadding on every page...A joy!