Spring Day Poem by Daniel Miltz

Beyond river, where hills are grand
A cloud and two, like it there stand
Of the group, silent, sky a stir
Think not of them, as they occur

While barred clouds bloom, soft-dying day
Touch the stubble-plains, rosy lay
Still more, later flowers for bees
Until they think, warm days, not cease

Hedge-crickets sing; now treble soft
Redbreast whistles from garden-croft
Gathering swallows, twit in skies
Shade and silence, waken and rise

Morn sings, with warm redolent stares
O sun and skies, billow of airs
Where are the tunes of Spring time day
Where are the merry birds? —Away!

© daniel miltz