Birdsong Poems

Birdsong

Tweet tweet tweet
I hear the birds speak
I wonder what they say

Perhaps it’s a song
Or a prayer strong
To welcome golden day

The sunshine glows
And wouldn’t you know
By their cheerful chirps

Perhaps they’ve learned 
To get the early worm
And whistle while you work

I lay here nude
Enjoying their tune
Of rainbow inflections 

Tan ceiling fan on
Creating my own song
Sunny disposition suggestion

It must be Spring!

Come her! Go there!
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! 
Do this! Do that! 
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff!
Eat seed! Find nut! 
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! 
Have chicks! Make fat! 
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! 
Through twig! Through leaf! 
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! 
My song! I sing! 
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! 
On wing! On foot! 
Chiff chaff! Chiff chaff! 
It

BIRDSONG

BIRDSONG

pleasing

perfect

pitch

The Gentle Flow

A song fades into the dark night
Song of wonder in mourning light
Breath of grace weeping silent tears
God’s love can still the flow of fears

Melodies, rich with softest notes
Gentle wings who the wind promotes
Birds praising until the storm clears
God’s love can still the flow of fears

Rhythms of desire, humble rising
Music flows through each baptizing
Harmony that the

The Birdsong Prayer

at the crack of dawn
oh what joy rest inside the heart
while my heart revolves around
the wild scent of the blue moon
nest the black-tailed cockatoo
white and yellow crown displayed
black and orange feather arrangement 
upon the breast and wings
leaping from the canopies of tropical trees
ascending towards the Serengeti-blue sky
thus a beautiful sound  
resonating through the atmosphere
making

Reminders of You

Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
Jog memories of a loved one, missed so
Spectacular sky of heavenly blue
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
Days lovely as this remind me of you 
All things splendorous out on worldwide show
Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew 
Babbling brooks and whispering winds that blow.

Birdsong in the morning, droplets

Birdsong

At dawn and dusk the birdsongs busk;
The highlights of my day.

I'd gladly waste out every hour,
as they sing out our their hearts for no pay

I'd go without food or water
Until my eyes dried out

My ears bled from the tones

And I'd happily pass away

Gemini Garden - Silent One

“birds care not for whom they sing” Quote by: Silent One

The Gemini garden is in full bloom
Looking glorious in the month of June
The sound of silence, apart from birdsong
Is magic to whom the garden belongs.

Birds sing intermittently all day long
It’s their language spoken in tweet-along 
Their tunes are music to us humans too
Do they know

He Has Only Just Begun

On swift wings, blessed by the light,
who pours out the melody, 
scriptures come to life – in the song,
joyful noises, crafted by hope,
soothing away the dark, coloring the life
in gentle truth, praises poured out,
all through the music, songs drifting,
on the edge of a heart – rhythmic, beyond the winds,
who remember only the showers,
the storm who

Vision

Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
White fluffy clouds, glorious sunshine too
Moonlight and starlight remind me of you
A vision in all that comes into view.
 
In babbling brooks and soft breezes that blow
I glimpse the angel I lost and love so
All things are heightened in memories flow
Memoirs to cherish from long, long ago.

I visualise you

Birdsong

Birdsong

I want to hear you sing again
Your song I miss
That smooth refrain

Too out of reach
You're way up high
As distant as the Summer sky

In moments of my solitude
You fly away
If e'r pursued 

So here I sit
To close my eyes 
Let the present moment rise

And meet you there
In cloudless skies 
The song that no true heart denies.


Jinjagoliath
6th

Afternoon Notes

I heard a black bird’s song today
He balanced high on a wire
His dark coat purple in reflection
His voice high and sweet
above the ocean’s roar and
the hum of traffic on the beachside highway 

So pleasant, melodic,
not unlike a tune to be stolen by the Mockingbird 
He called out so clear and soft
Was it a springtime love

Birdsong

Hi there little bluebird
How've you been these days?
I saw you there on Sunday
Up upon the stage 
You looked just like a princess 
An angel from above 
And all that you accomplished
Proved of your great love
For doing what you do 
And what you do so well
There's no one else who sings like you 
In your voice

Lent

Lent is teaching me to re-order my loves. 
In the stillness of morning, with the early birdsong, I realise that in the absence of that which I gravitate to, the absence of the thing that brings physical comfort, there is a deeper desire, a deeper love that wants to surface in my attentions. Beyond the

Harbingers of Spring

robin zugunruhe
migratory restlessness—
singing their way north







Robin Image credit:  Michael Lamarche

Graphic image by Mark Toney using Canva Pro

“Robins are feeling restless. Ornithologists call this pre-migratory restlessness, zugunruhe. This German word comes from zug (move, migration) and unruhe (anxiety, restlessness).” — Journey North (American Robin) - journeynorth.org/robin/spring2017/robin-migration022217.html

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