My Songbird
In the resplendent dawn of one seraphic spring
I saw a delicately weaved bird nest nestled
on the baroque bough of the magnolia tree
in full bloom in the backyard lawn.
Since then I see every morn a cheery Robin
fly low in zest through the crispy fragrant air
with the wings spread to span the cerulean sky,
and descend to its nest as my songbird.
The bird of bright flushing daylight
tweeters to the tune of the sunburst spectrum surge
unveils the secrets of avian exhilaration to me
from within the silky scarlet breast.
When all the thrushes are silent
my Robin sings to the hue of the unfurled flower of dawn,
the melody cascading on the track of the first sunray,
and the tune drifting away on the wings of wind.
As the storm clouds stratify in the slate horizon
the recluse Robin swings on the swaying tree,
flutters the shaded wings in the shadow of clouds,
longing to get drenched in the colors of rainbow.
The charming bird perched on the bowed bough
outside the window gives me company in lonely hours,
singing the delightful songs that sail in the air,
suffuse my secluded time with the breath of sensuous joy.
July 25, 2021
Contest : Finding Your Muse
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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