Monday as usual, Day 8 of poetry challenge

It is Open Link Monday at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, but today's poems (old or new) count toward our poem-a-day for the Toads' April challenge.

I found my book of graph paper and intended to sketch a layout of the house after excess furniture and junk are removed, but, when I opened the book, I found a three-verse poem I wrote I-don't-know-when.  I see I've made the syllable count of each five-line stanza 5-7-5-7-7 but I can't remember why.

It's a sappy sort of springtime thing, with little or no redeeming value except to compare birds with mankind. Sort of oh-I-wish-that-I-could-be a-little-bird-up-in-a-tree. But, with 30 poems to do in 30 days, I takes 'em as I finds 'em, in a book of graph paper, or on the back of an envelope.

Richard Schear photos

day's sky clothed in grey
and night's sky clothed in black
give way to a dawn
of glorious enchantment,
intoxicating the birds.
*
day's sky wrapt in in blue,
bright birds soaring above green,
intoxicate Man
who sighs, unable to fly,
and weeps, chained to earth.
*
Man, the envious,
accomplishes much on Earth:
now flies, dives and soars
while birds, who do not envy,
still sing to welcome the dawn.

by Kay Davies

Photo by Gloria Johal