Birdsong and Blackbirds

Birdsong 

In the spring garden

The warm air drenched with birdsong

Notes falling like rain

Blackbirds

On the high branch hear

Their clear arias sung loud

And sweet in the air

Thrush (the early bird catches the worm)

Hear the early bird
Sing to melt the hoar frost night
In cold mottled coat

Up in the copper beech tree

Blue sky serenade

High in the clear air branches

Blue tit calls for Spring