April Refrain

April Refrain

A Poem by James Paulin

 

Bird with breast of russet red

Perched herald’s cry echoing

Listen to hear what’s been said

“It’s Spring! I sing, I sing”

 

Repeated here and much more

Joy to end winter ailing

Simple song to spirit soars

“It’s Spring! I sing, I sing”

 

© 2010 James Paulin


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Bird with breast of russet red ---to say this is a wonderful Onomatopoeia, so enchanting!
Perched herald’s cry echoing ---------- another one... all over ... this poem was spinning its webs behind my darkened windows accumulating joy.so good to have your brilliance.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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As I said begore Beautiful Just Beautiful. Congrats on this beautiful winning poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Bird with breast of russet red ---to say this is a wonderful Onomatopoeia, so enchanting!
Perched herald’s cry echoing ---------- another one... all over ... this poem was spinning its webs behind my darkened windows accumulating joy.so good to have your brilliance.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful James Just Beautiful!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And what a joyous time of year it is. I've been admiring those russet-red-breasted fellows for some time now, and am always glad to see them.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Makes me feel like singing!! Nicely written :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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James Paulin
James Paulin

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After 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..