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Richard Greene


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When I stepped out the back door this morning
the air was full of birdsong
trills, toots, warbles, snatches of melody,
like an orchestra tuning up.
Birds favor the tall spruce behind our house,
sheltering in its tent of needles
from the man-ridden world.
It reminds me of the floors above a concert hall
where artists practice behind closed doors,
a soprano here, a baritone there,
a piano, a cello, a violin, a clarinet.
This morning the birds seemed more boisterous than usual,
having drunk too deep, perhaps, of the tuneful sky.

 

© by Richard Greene.
Used with the author's permission.

 

 

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Richard Greene began writing poetry in the 8th grade, inspired by the opening lines of Longfellow's “Evangeline”—“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks / Bearded in moss and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight"—which he was required to read in class. In college, after a classmate deemed Richard’s rhyming poem “trite,”  he stopped writing until, several years later, a class with Henry Rago, then editor of Poetry magazine, inspired him to resume his efforts. But poetry fell by the wayside for almost forty years as a busy career in international development consumed his life. As retirement approached, however, Richard’s dedication to poetry returned and he now shares a "poem of the week" with close to 200 readers, has self-published one book, Explorations (Antrim House Books), and is working on another. Learn more about Richard at www.greenepage.net.

 

 


Post New Comment:
transitions:
A symphony...lovely poem.
Posted 04/03/2016 06:21 PM
Lori Levy:
I can hear the music of the birds, and it's beautiful!
Posted 03/24/2016 03:52 PM
ElizabethP:
Really enjoyed this one, while watching our own feathered songful beauties.
Posted 03/24/2016 01:00 PM
rhonasheridan:
At this moment the garden is festooned with seagulls, magpies and two especially voluble crows. The seagulls drown out the lovely little and beautiful birds. I read your poem and glowered at them! I loved the poem. I usually hVe a very tuneful sky.
Posted 03/24/2016 10:20 AM
KevinArnold:
Fun
Posted 03/24/2016 10:14 AM
Jancan:
This is lovely--especially the end lines! Janice
Posted 03/24/2016 07:58 AM
TheSilverOne:
Beautiful poem to wake up to, as I look out at piles of snow...but soon!
Posted 03/24/2016 07:43 AM
Newf:
I agree with Phebe Can't think of anything better to say. Love it and can hear the birds.
Posted 03/24/2016 07:18 AM
phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
Beautiful & beautifully wrought!
Posted 03/24/2016 06:53 AM


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