Robins with their marmalade voices
Caucuses of crows
And mourning doves loving the morning sun–
Humming birds mighty in spite
of size chirp and hum as they fly.
Warblers warble and catbirds crumble
All the songs they every heard together
Sweet crumbs of song
tumble through rose-colored skies.
Then sleepy at evening a robin sings
Its sweet bedtime song.
But most of all
birds sing at sunrise.
Barbara Spring is a lake watcher, has served on many committees for the improvement of the Great Lakes and was a correspondent for the Grand Rapids Press. She taught in public schools and at Grand Valley State University. Spring wrote The Dynamic Great Lakes (available on Kindle) and also wrote three books of poetry. She enjoys painting with watercolors.
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