Songbirds are coming to new summer's day <br />One by one in their feathering born flight <br />Through darkness of winter to blossoms height <br />Oh see how they come and hear how they play <br />To brighten up mornings - those once were gray <br />The hours are shifting from dim to fresh light <br />Make of past memories wintriness night <br />That once with cold earth of icily lay <br /> <br />Come and listen to tunes they're singing <br />Love songs - for one and all - that needs to be heard <br />From the trees of the forest of unmarked spring <br />Each one - their heart therein - the birds are bringing <br />Of love to acquire with new hope undeterred <br />When they together in close up once more sing <br /> <br /> <br />*Pablo Neruda once said, 'There is no advice to give young poets.'<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-and-listen/
