L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Song of the Lark

The song of the lark returns
To the edge of the woodland
She greets me cheerfully trilling
As I stroll across the flowering lea,
Her welcome tones portending
A fine day awaiting the rising sun.
Dawn suits her yellow breast
Her warbling throat, too, the lark
Makes the meadow her home,
A delightful place in early morn.

written July 28, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger July 28, 2021 at 8:46 PM I feel you are sitting outside in the sun, smiling as you pen this one. I wish I knew what a lark sounded like. L Milton Hankins July 28, 2021 at 9:57 PM How did you guess??? I was sitting on my front porch stoop and typed it into my phone.

Sotto Poet July 28, 2021 at 6:42 PM A picturesque tableau When you wake up to the sounds of birds singing and the sunrise, you will discover the genuine wonders of existence. L Milton Hankins July 28, 2021 at 6:58 PM Indeed, Lasaad, you do. You know, I rather like this little lyrical poem myself. Thanks for your encouraging and thoughtful comment.

Tom Cunningham July 28, 2021 at 2:38 PM A delightful scene Milton, the tranquillity of the morning with the sweet sound of birdsong makes you appreciate the true beauty of nature. Tom L Milton Hankins July 28, 2021 at 3:38 PM That is so true, Tom. I'm not really a morning person, so anything that brings brightness to it is welcome. Thanks for your read and your comment.

Ann Peck July 28, 2021 at 1:59 PM How lovely to be greeted by a lark in the early morning. I'm an early riser, too, and feed the birds, bunnies and whatever. I enjoyed reading your lovely poem. L Milton Hankins July 28, 2021 at 2:08 PM Thanks so much for your lovely comment on my poem, Ann.