Bird Song

Birds return to the valley
crossing the sky, filling the trees.
The winter storm has passed
and though the rain continues
something has changed.
The slowly swelling branches
of the plum trees stretch out,
drinking in the cool air
as the earth awakens
to bird song.



painting by Eilish Hynes


11 Responses to “Bird Song”

  1. Richard Woodling says:

    Excellent….as always!

  2. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Yes, I’ve felt my personal cycle change, too – one storm passed, another forecast, but underneath the unstable weather, a quickening. Thanks, Don!

  3. patrick says:

    Grandpa always noticed the signs of nature – the birds – my name Pinson in french is “little bird”. When I go out of my abode into nature, I remember the songs of spring. Even the false springs.

  4. Ravenstalk says:

    ~ The Lovely & Loving Cycles of The Mother ~ Thank You ~ 💞💞💞 ~

  5. Rose Meeker says:

    Lovely, Don. With the blue sky this morning in Victoria, and the crocus coming up from beds recently heavy with snow, I concur!

  6. Maggie Causey says:

    Your wonderful poem expresses exactly what is occurring here on Whidbey Island! So lovely, Don!

  7. David Banner says:

    The wonderful, dependable cycles of life itself!

  8. Pichay says:

    Just now Sunday, the sky darkens and the temperature dips toward -8F. Maybe these Golden Willows envy your swelling Plums. Nevertheless, they know their cycles better than I.

  9. David Barnes says:

    Indeed, something has changed! Great poem Don. Thank you.

  10. Linda Barnes says:

    Wonderful! I can smell and hear the Spring coming in your wonderful poem.

  11. Maria Frid says:

    The life process continues and we are delighted………lovely poem, Don, thank you!

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