When the Birds Come Flying Home...

 

When the birds come flying home

To drench waking day with song

Oh, sweet then, we’ll grasp the robe

Of springtime ravishing the globe

I would like a front-row seat

Where the air is bird-song sweet

Woodlot pealing with pure hymn

From the songster on its limb

Jaunty robin, cooing dove

Trill of lark from lilac grove

Finch and swallow, flicker, jay

Singing winter woes away

Eager waiting scans mute air

Listening for answered prayer

For we know that spring has sprung

When the birds come flying home

© Janet Martin

Today I thought I saw a robin but it turned out to be a grackle;  first signs of spring! I hear tell of robin-sightings, but not here…yet.

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