Sunday, February 9, 2014

Birds and morning

Shrill sound song in stretch of throat,
feathered breast of bird released,
in softened tufts tumultuous notes,
dance through blossom's opulent crease.

Galleries of serried, branching trees,
where sit the singers of the morning choir,
cacophonic call on dawn's desired breeze;
each breath symphonic, just as soul desires.

In sumptuous supplemented source is found,
the glorious grace of life so vocalised,
in depths unknowing, raised from earthly ground;
a rampant rolled, rejoicing unto life.

In bright-beaked,  birthed becoming it is done,
with feathered fluff as shake of waiting wing,
and heads held high as harmony is flung;
eternal purpose  served as each one sings.


  1. oh i love to listen to the birds in the morning...and i know that your birds over in australia are much more colorful and also louder than ours here...what a beautiful choir indeed..

  2. the glorious grace of life so vocalised,

    each line more beautiful than the previous. How do you do it.
    and every instance of alliteration works. A treat to read.

  3. smiles....the day is coming fast when i can lay in bed and hear the bird song through the open alive and peaceful....

  4. Your alliterations sing like the birds in the morning...

  5. I would say - an ode to the melody of birds, but I am not sure what an ode is - but this certainly feels to be one. :) This was fun to read and had the feel of the grandeur of language.