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

[Twilight]

First, I need an update. Was it the same one.? Anyway, I too; enjoy watching our local birds (including the ornithological kind). Their patterns of movement, behavioural differences between different species; and those who sing in their own unique ways. Occasionally, I have even witnessed them squabbling; jostling one another for food (from our wooden bird table). Your poem rhymes nicely too, and I hope that your morning routine continues to be as calm and pleasantly predictable; as depicted here. Thanks for sharing.!

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I couldn't tell if it was the same one. The song remained the same. (Thank you, Led Zep) I love watching most any kind of animals being themselves.

[Doreen]

This is perfect and beautiful. The imagery is wonderful and it reads so well. Nice writing. You should write more poetry. :)

[Mark]

No, you don't write poems very often, but when you DO, yabbada-wow! What an exquisite vision, one I have been sharing of late, as my temporary home is on Lake o' the Pines, in a patch of woods, so all day is squirrels, cardinals, loons (the bird kind!) and NPR...Most relaxing; a great way to chill: when the world seems to be shattering into little bitty pieces all around you, it's lovely to be reminded of nature's primacy, and God's wholeness. Wonderful, Sammo, just amazing!

[Tate Morgan]

Surely you are the unknown poet Who will be regaled for eons after your death

[Constance-Outspoken]

I'm glad that it had to be written, as it's as beautiful as the song itself, almost. A nice way to give thanks for the experience, sharing it with others. :) I hope you are doing well?

[James Paulin]

I love poems that have to be written. I had a similar experience recently with April Refrain. Thank you Samuel.