Every spring, the birds overflow with music
A choral extravaganza bursts forth
Cheerful voices, echoing through the trees
Filling our ears, virgin melodies of spring
They call back and forth
He to her, she to him
Romantic, downright alluring
These overtures, even a tad risqué
The cardinals, most persistent
But the robins sing their parts on cue
Even the silences in between, beautiful
It is then our hearts can sing
Amidst this avian music, new life
Dogwoods explode in color climax
Daffodils, tulips pop all about
A reminder…the Hand of God at work
Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thanks. It realy happened. Makes poetry easy then.
Polona: Thanks. Yes, I agree…
Thanks Dan.
yes, I think this is wonderful! You described it so well — romantic.
ah, spring! 🙂
i love listening to birds
Yeah!