The birch, always dressed in its whiteness,
tagged with only a few of last year's
ochre trembling leaves,
cradled with early morning's love songs,
new blackbirds' call.
Me, still sleepy, next to the window,
inhaling the light from the dense sky,
my palms on the cold glass
surrounded with the aura of my warmth.
I saw my face in the air
reverberative reflection
on the other side of reality
and I saw my uncombed hair
and I went back to the bed
with a smile
and with a necklace of blackbirds' morning love songs
in my heart,
calling springtime to come.
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BEAUTIFUL!
Your sweet wonderful words brings back to me the songs of the morning birds that I used to waken to each morning, how wonderfully sweet they were. Sweet, happy memories.
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Thank you Kevin for comment and applase. As a nature lover you know to recognize nature's beauty within my words.
~Sonja~
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I didn't have enough points to applaud when I commented but now I have and its worth a lot more than 3 clappy hands
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Thank you dear Ellie for so sweet comment and applause. Don't feel bad when you don't have enough points for applause. Each of your comments worth much more.
~Sonja~
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breath-taking
Ohh.......umm I'm not even sure what to say. I'm speechless. This is truly breath-taking because it captures a moment which might be insignificant to some people but because you are a poet with a beautiful heart you appreciate it for all it is worth. It is little moments like that which might not be very special to some which mean a lot to me I think this flows effortlessly too...from a beautiful mind and heart thank you so much for sharing this and making me smile today
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Your poem sings like the bird's song in your poem. It flows so well, and describes the things we are waiting to see and hear soon, hopefully.
This is really good:
reverberative reflection
on the other side of reality
That is great!
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You've captured the heart's morning dream here...reflected in the songs of the birds of dawn. Such a soft voice here...a gentle longing and nostalgia in the silver light of day. Beautiful poetry, Sonja.
~ Nicolette
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Thank you, you are right Nicollete, as a great poet, you can easy recognize longing and nostalgia (another sigh). I like blackbirds and their song very much because they are always singing beautiful morning song as a pair.
~Sonja~
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one of those poems when one wishes to be there and watch this and listen to the sounds of blackbirds, and palms on the glass, and a body sliding back in between sheets
... sorry for getting a bit carried away, such a poem does such things to a.. poet 
the melancholic feeling of an eternal “almost spring”... magically sweet
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Yes, I noticed that you are "flying", but I do not blame you. I am glad that I was able to carry you to some other place and time, but, it wasn't too hard because you are eternal poet and romantic dreamer. Thank you dear Joe for such a nice comment and applause and for "almost spring".
~Sonja~
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Superb.so wonderful description.This is called poets imagination.Thanks
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Thank you shehaprava. I am glad that you like it.
~Sonja~
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Yes Springtime Please
Very pretty Sonja. A soft write about the cold sucombing soon to the warmth of Spring.
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Thank you dear friend for comment and applause. Yes, springtime will come soon and I really need its warmth.
~Sonja~
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