One of my favorite very-very-short poems about spring:
Spring (Again)
by Michael Ryan
The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
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(Read all five lines here, at Poets.org. The final line is perfection.)
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That's what it sounded like this morning, at about 5am, and I can't say I was entirely thrilled about it! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHa! I'm always so happy that birds are returning but I do know what you mean. ;)
DeleteCheeky! The poet, not the birds. Fun time of day, 5 am. My favorite for writing along with those birds.
ReplyDeleteMy writing doesn't sharpen up until later in the morning/day. I admire you early bird writers! :) I love the last words of the poem, "I had forgotten how promise feels."
DeleteA new to me poem, Karen! I love that last line "I had forgotten how promise feels."
ReplyDeleteYes! That makes the poem the subtle beauty that it is.
DeleteWonderful new-to-me poem. Thanks for sharing!! Happy Spring!
ReplyDeleteHappy spring to you, Jama! May we all find a way to rediscover promise.
DeleteThank you for sharing! Spring is indeed a promise, and I look forward to nature keeping it!
ReplyDeleteSarah, I'm looking forward to that promise too! :)
DeleteThat's how I want to live: "raucous, oblivious, tweeting (my) teensy bird-brain(s) out!"
ReplyDeleteGo for it, Mary Lee!
Delete"how a promise feels"--when you can trust it! Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteHeidi, yes, when you can trust it!
DeleteHi Karen. I like the poem but if I had writtenit, I wouldn't have liked it at all. Do you know what I mean? Today, it is snowing here - feels like winter again.
ReplyDeleteCarol, I do know what you mean. For example, I would never have used the word "birdies" — but he gets away with it and the final line saves it. :)
DeletePromise--the perfect word. Thanks, Karen!
ReplyDeleteHappy spring, Laura! Hope promises in all our lives are fulfilled!
DeleteKaren, this new-to-me poem has the birds welcoming Spring. Mother Nature surely brings Spring each year.
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