Open Eyes

Fools awake to
Birds calling out
In the deep morning:

The melodies of chick-a-dees
The cawing of the crow
The pecks of flickers on a branch
The hooting of an owl

The beat of heron’s wings
As they gently smooth the air
The voice of eagles on the heights
And phoebes everywhere

Dreamers rise to
Trees bursting forth
In the early afternoon:

The birches sweeten as they grow
The shagbark splits its spine
The weeping willow veils its face
The sassafras align

The sugar maples flower green
The cherries blossom white
The quaking aspens spread their leaves
And shake them like a kite

Travelers journey
As the landscape
Fills once again:

The speckled mountain whispers
The valley hums a tune
The streams and rivers overflow
The blue sky greets the moon

The soil sinks beneath the rain
The grass is all, but grown
The forest clothes its branches
And the seeds of life are sown

© Jeremiah Dowling 2013

*This poem is part of a new chapter in my ‘Timeline’ series. I will be writing a poem for every month this year. This is the poem for ‘April’. Keep an eye out each month for the previous month’s poem* 


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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