DAWN CHORUS 

by Mike Springate

 

Delight of dawn, as who their song resists –

The apple blossom tinged with lips of fire?

Stealing across the orchard’s early mists

Comes the first chorus of the April choir.

Hear the sweet chaffinch, pinking in the dawn,

Chiming of chiffchaff, telling that the night

Is gone; a liquid fluting from the white hawthorn

Heralds the blackcap – then all the birds delight!

Open your bedroom window; smell the green,

Breathe in the cool perfume of morn,

Bathe in the music flowing in a stream

As yet another choral spring is birdly born.

Be still! And know that I am God among the trees.

Be still! Praise your Creator in the least of these.

 Mike Springate