I really found reward in reading this, as it had such metaphoric meaning as well literal messaging. There is so much to say about the dawn's magic. This is one way to remind us there is much to see and hear as sunrise appears. Thank you for posting.
I love the sounds of morning here by the Mentor Marsh. The tree frogs are still chirping and the birds are singing. What a symphony!! 'Enjoyed this poem a lot!
It's not the first song of the day, but every evening at about 8:45, a cardinal visits our bird feeder, and chirps happily away. It's something I really look forward to hearing each night.
WHEREVER THERE'S A DAWN, AT LEAST 'ONE' BIRD WILL CHIRP TO WELCOME NEW LIGHT. THEY WERE 'PROGRAMMED' TO DO THIS BY THEIR CREATOR...FOR OUR SAKE! BEAUTIFULLY DONE, JOHN, ENJOYED AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATION
I agree I believe birds paint the dawn for our ears if we care to listen carefully. Often we don't make the time, often we don't have the time and often we miss it, as I get older I try and appreciate the time I own and can call mine own, the other day I saw a baby squirrel chase after their mamma in my back yard, it made me smile, I love birds too, they are amazing little creatures, Have a good one John, and thank you xo
Love ya!
Jane
Forever listening to the first melody of morning's blue.
Lovely poem. Lady Mary Ann
How much you are missed,
When life takes me away
When it demands and insists?
Do you know?
Tell me, do you know?
How much I miss
The beauty within your soul?