Glad

I heard it at the window,
at the balcony,
and so I went
It called to me
I left my book,
my writing,
my morning coffee,
I left the dog
who sat at my feet
I went to the window
where it called to me
I opened the doors,
the air crisp,
Fall ending,
but the sun,
it was warm
and so I stepped out into it
and it lit upon my hand;
that song,
and it called to me
in the voice
of a little bird;
A little yellow canary,
and the song it sang
was glad

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Sweetness and light this wonderful poem.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

magikal inspirational~

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I loved this ...it's gentle meandering through the story..bringing it to a delightful conclusion..really nice ending..

[Robin]

poetry of the moment , magical

[Arthur Henn]

I like the way you wrote this.
Its as If I was there.