Blue Birds Sing

poem

The morning sun warms the sky

As blue birds sing to heavens high

 They sing of hope laced with love

And gaze upon the rising sun

 The evenings move our minds retrace

As a tender longing helps us wake

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Lately the birds have been singing up a storm in the early morning, even before sunup. Along with a good cup of coffee, there's nothing better.

[DeViouS]

I love the picture portrayed here. Especially in the first 4 lines.
I am a little confused, however, as to why in the last line `a tender longing helps us wake' - am I missing something? It seems like a lovely stroll through the day hinted at in line 5 so why are we then only just waking? - oh now I realise is it a dream?? . . Sorry a bit slow!

[underwriter]

this is lovely! short, sweet and beautiful!

[Gone]

Delightful little verse. Reminds me of summer walks with my wife.

[Sean Allen]

Pretty good poem you have going here. bright and cheerful.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I can just hear the birds chirping! Very well written!

[Alicia Schroeder]

THis is a very beautiful peice.. Uplifting.

[An owl on the moon]

In this world that is literally growing colder every day, I needed a warm, spring-like write! Thank you for sharing such a beautiful day in birdsong...

[Ron]

Lovely work by CP. I have always been a sucker for blue birds and have looked foer them over "The white cliffs of Dover!" One day one may fly to the UK! In the mean time I will re read Cherrie's poem!!!!

[KAREN]

very nice and sweet! I loved it!