birds – Page 3 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Monday Morning

A call to rise up

A flicker striking my roof

A moment of spring

While I was driving

Upon a bronze lion: birds

Strange absurdities

Birds

Announcing

Dawn’s

Impending

Arrival

Dawn rises quickly

Or perhaps that’s just illusion?

The birds are singing

Awoke beautifully

Birds calling boldly

Predawn

I awoke to bird song

A bush awash in voices

In this darkness: spring

At dawn’s light, birdsong
Clamoring boisterously,
Spring-time awakens

This morning birdsong
So very loud, boisterous.
Visions of spring time