Poems ✍️

Where are the birds is something I ask my sister almost daily as I gaze out my window looking for them. They often perch on tree branches that enclose our window. Also tonight Barbara Allan posted a poem in our group and the question was, where are the birds... so inspiration flowed and here we are with a lovely good night.....

Goodnight all

The world was beautiful when I looked out my window a few years ago, the moon set so lovely suspended so high and stars, well the stars twinkled as they spread across the sky. Almost like eyes winking as if to say come on by and now the gloom fills every space I see and though stars glow there's a sense of melancholy blue and one might wonder what happened to the birds, well they're flying low and settleing down in nests so still and they're wondering too, what happend to beautiful sounds that once resonated the wind. Sleep well everybody try to think happy thoughts...Melvina Germain.....