Sweetly Sings Robin in the Tree by my Window
Sweetly sings Robin in the tree by my window,
and awakens me with her melodious song,
little ones in nest chirp with joy to be alive,
then silent they be as mother leaves, not for long.
Other birds visit in the tree for morning song,
blackbird preens feathers, as tiny finches so sweet
hop quickly from branch to branch chasing each other,
mother robin returns with a fat worm, a treat.
Mother first counts her little ones, no one missing,
with mouths wide open, the babies wait for their share,
Robin stuffs each little mouth with a fine breakfast,
then sweetly sings Robin to her babies so fair.
The tree by my window is dense with leaves and gives
Robin and her little ones a safe, lovely home,
High above the green lawn and fragrant rose garden
Where Robin will explore to find those big fat worms.
Through the open window I am close to nature,
I watch from my desk the daily lives in the tree,
snow white clouds sail slowly by in azure sky,
the fragrance of lovely roses drifts up to me.
Overhead a skein of geese fly by on their way to
the lake where they will spend this early summer day,
two ducks, a mated pair, land in the yard to rest,
they stop by daily to find a shady place to stay.
Such is the pleasant start of my busy work day,
I choose to be happy, what is not mine I let go
in peace, for nature’s gifts and faith in myself give
me strength to change within and restoreth my soul.
Nature’s lessons help me to grow spiritually,
Robin and her little ones, happy to be born,
daily sing songs of joy by my open window,
And like the birds, I sing my song of joy each morn.
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
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A lovely way to greet day, as those many birds singing praise. So enjoyed Phyllis, as I know that joy, hearing the birds in song and w new day beginning. Life is filled with wonder if we open our eyes and hearts to it. Lovely work my friend.
Thank you, Tony. So glad you appreciated and relate to this piece. Take care.
A wonderful and expressive poem. I always enjoy the songs of the birds in the apple tree by my window.
Thank you so much, Rasma. I love birdsong, it is peaceful. So glad you enjoyed my poem.
Birdsong is one of the most joyous and relaxing sounds there is Phyllis. This poem is lovely as well. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, John. You are right, birdsong is most joyous and relaxing. We are in a migratory zone, so get to listen to Robin and other song birds year round.