Impressions of a springtime morning


The Crimson Finch

A crimson finch sits on my rooftop
A beacon to attract my smile
It sings into a brilliant morning
As sunlight smells like strawberries

A crimson finch sits on my rooftop
A splash of color on the skyline
Conveying shades of happiness
A touch of grace sits on its wings

This finch, this grace, its song of hope
Are gifts divine and natures blessing
Share them with a generous spirit
To each and everyone






Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2020-05-04 at 13:14

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shells
A beautiful morning, simple pleasures.
2020-05-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Delicate and lovely.
2020-05-04


Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Hans,

Thank you for reminding me so movingly that there is no such thing as social isolation when you embrace other parts of our natural world.

Bravo!

Cheers,

Chris
2020-05-04