Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2011
When time is muted
and night resists the day,
is when the songbird chorus dawns;
and music saturates the air.

In his sleep Sun is stirred,
awakes to melodies.
Chiming birdsong is his call,
and hearing starts to sing.
Darren Koobs
Written by
Darren Koobs
Please log in to view and add comments on poems