Songs of Spring Nature Poem About Birds Singing

Songs of Spring
A Nature Poem About Birds Singing

The robins are back chirping.
The cardinals have resumed singing
out from the bushes they've used for shelter
these past few months.

They bring joy.
They bring hope
that spring is just 'round the corner,
that I can cope,
each day getting warmer,
each day the sun remaining in the sky longer.

Even those damn sparrows
that fly in flocks of five hundred,
fighting and jabbering throughout the day,
bring a smile and a laugh.
Even while knowing that this temporary
ceasefire will fade away
and by the end of the season
there'll be dozens of reasons
to despise them.

But for now we share the morning
as friends both delighting
that at last,
winter's grasp
is fading away.

Justin Farley

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Poem About Birds Singing In Spring

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Birdsong

The birds of morning take their places
upon the stage of life’s amphitheater
where their voices have remained mute for months.
But today, they rise in joyful chorus,
belting out melodious tunes.

Isn’t it funny how such a small animal
can make a giant footprint upon the soul
and lift a heavy heart higher
than pharmaceutical cocktails and cognitive endeavors –
a voice that sweeps the soot from the chimney of the soul
with only chirps in rhythmic time and playful ruffles of feathers?

Somewhere subconsciously we believe
they are the gatekeepers of spring
and have enough magic in their beaks
to end this bleak, cursed winter.
Their songs are beautiful incantations,
awakening nature from its deep slumber
and inviting all who hear their music
back to life.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley