A garden, full of birdsong, bathes my mind,
levelling out the aches, and furrowed creases;
the iron grasp of winter lies behind,
as daffodils light up the children’s faces.
The meadowlark and sparrow greet the day
while swallows on the wing, returning, flourish:
The song thrush and the gentle-footed jay
make busy at their nests, their young to nourish.
Lapwings, in their curious flight, scour wheatfields
searching for flies and moths to feed their chicks,
while on the beach, from Cullercoats to North Shields,
gulls and starlings plunder human picnics:
Here, you and I make merry in our nest,
King of the East, and Queen of the Wild West.
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I perfect spring sonnet, Ingrid! I like the subtle rhymes, and love the closing couplet.
How lovely, Ingrid! Even educational!
I like the beautiful sentiments of the two closing lines of the sonnet so much. Empowering! <3
I’m glad you liked this, Cheryl – thank you! ❤️
Truly beautiful Ingrid. You. never cease to amaze me! ❣️
Thank you Cindy 💕
I love the imagery in this poem, Ingrid, and the way it turns its face to the beauty of nature!
It is hard to resist right now! Thank you, Layla!
A beautiful and well-crafted poem!
Thank you Barb 😊
You can’t go wrong with all those birds! (K)
yes, but you’re rather biased on the matter, Kerfe 😉
Perhaps a bit…
Simply lovely, Ingrid <3
Another uplifting ode to spring!
i can’t seem to help myself!
Keep ’em coming!
Such a nice sonnet! Spring is here!
Indeed it is! Thank you!