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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

Date: 7/28/2021 8:46:00 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
Date: 7/28/2021 9:57:00 PM

How did you guess??? I was sitting on my front porch stoop and typed it into my phone.

Sotto Poet

Date: 7/28/2021 6:42:00 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
Date: 7/28/2021 6:58:00 PM

Indeed, Lasaad, you do. You know, I rather like this little lyrical poem myself. Thanks for your encouraging and thoughtful comment.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/28/2021 2:38:00 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
Date: 7/28/2021 3:38:00 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

Date: 7/28/2021 1:59:00 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
Date: 7/28/2021 2:08:00 PM

Thanks so much for your lovely comment on my poem, Ann.