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Birds twitter outside my window
in lusty tones of sparkling glee,
welcoming spring flowers boldly
poking their heads from winter sleep.
Morning breaks in cloudy yellows.
Birds twitter outside my window,
inviting me to gently rise,
greet blossoming day with wonder.
Grey squirrel scampers across lawn
greening after yesterday's rain.
Birds twitter outside my window,
watched carefully by neighbor's cat.
Squirrel digs for buried acorn,
harassed by backyard mockingbird.
Oak trees prepare to freshly bud,
birds twitter outside my window.
© by Peter A. Witt.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Peter A. Witt is a retired university professor who lives in Texas. An active birder and photographer, he has published two volumes of poetry and a family history (Texas A&M Press). Peter's poetry deals with personal experiences, both real and imagined; his work has appeared in a variety of venues.
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EstherJ:
Love this poem!
Posted 04/14/2024 10:25 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Good use of this form!
Posted 04/12/2024 09:15 AM
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Lori Levy:
This poem does a great job conveying spring's (and the poet's) awakening.
Posted 04/11/2024 12:28 PM
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featheredfolly:
Particularly love the progression of that repeated line, as the poet wakes and rises during the length of the poem, preparing to freshly bud himself for the new day.
Posted 04/11/2024 10:58 AM
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NormaB:
Enjoyed all the activity in this poem and especially the repeated line.
Posted 04/11/2024 09:02 AM
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Larry Schug:
Hooray Spring!
Posted 04/11/2024 07:53 AM
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