April Morning Serenade

Inspired by the experience, I had to write about it

 

Early on an April morn, before the sun came up

I made a pot of coffee, and poured myself a cup

I’d barely sipped a sip or two when I did surely hear

A songbird singing sweetly, it’s voice so high and clear

Quietly, I sneaked outside, hoping I could see

That early morning soloist who sang so beautifully

Before the dawn as I looked on, across the road he sat

Upon the neighbor’s mailbox; can you imagine that?

An audience of one, perhaps, I listened to the song

A serenade of purest sound; not one note was wrong

Early on an April morn, before the sky grew light

God sent me down a singer to start my day out right

Author's Note

I wrote this in April of 2010, and now it's a year later. When I walked outside with my cup of coffee this early morning, there on the same mailbox was a bird singing its heart out. I wonder--could it be the same one?

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

This is my kind of poetry .. I love my little blessed bird friends .. they comfort me often .. Hope you don't mind, here is one I wrote some time back ..



There is snow on the ground

I see the tracks of little feet

A sign that a few chose not to leave

And I smile for what you do ..

What sweeter comfort

Could you have sent ..

As the sunlight wanes

And the night draws near ..

J.

There was a pic of a little song bird attached ..

This is perfectly delightful Sam .. I love it .. Thank you .. .

Jasmine xx

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Jazz, and double-thanks for the poem. Little things like a small bird can often give us great pleasure.

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome Sam .. and Yes they surely do .. :)

[J. Austen]

Gracefullly written- I love the last line ;) It makes me so glad I read it.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Perfect, I have not read anything in weeks and I'm glad I picked this to read:)

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

A beautiful piece of literature!
Fantastic imagery throughout with a great rhyming structure
I loved the simplicity of this poem :)

[Christy Sargent]

What a beautiful good morning gift! Yesterday I stood at my kitchen sink talking on the phone when I casually looked up and out my kitchen window. There, just feet, from where I stood at my window lay a beautiful buck. He was having a noontime rest just beyond my tea table that sets back in the trees in the side yard. We watched eachother for quite a long while. He allowed me to take his picture from inside my kitchen (I very carefully had to first remove the window screen). After some time I discovered his lady laying in the woods across the way. She was watching, too. I didn't notice the buck was sporting only one antler until I downloaded the pictures onto my computer. Makes you wonder how he lost the other one. Wild friends are so wonderful and always bring delight. Thank you for writing this one Sam. C.

[Andrew Scorah]

I like this one quirky feel to it.

[The Analog Kid]

Very nice Sam. It's sometimes the simple things that make our day. I wonder if they know just how much some of us enjoy listening to them:)

[Desert Dreamer]

a beautiful song is always a good way to start the day...those birds so often distract me with their joyous singing

[An owl on the moon]

I love your stories, Sam, but your poetry is wondrous as well. This is such a celebration of a new day.. beautiful and lifting! I love to walk here to a river each morning and night, and there's nothing more wonderful than walking to the the music of birdsong.

[just rose.]

I love when this happens, and this was rendered as evocatively as the birdsong that inspired it. :)

[Greg Skura]

You have captured a moment in time! Very vivid imagery created with your words, I could almost smell the coffee brewing. and hear the sipping, and the song bird singing, enjoyable read!