Subtle rays of sun awake
Earthly living things.
Rising up as day does break
Easing out of dreams.
Now the song the dove must sing
Announces the new morn.
Donned in heaven’s golden ring
Ever thankful to be born.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Subtle rays of sun awake
Earthly living things.
Rising up as day does break
Easing out of dreams.
Now the song the dove must sing
Announces the new morn.
Donned in heaven’s golden ring
Ever thankful to be born.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Song birds on a wire
Precariously they sit
The true test of fate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer’s heat, July
Birds…bees sing their joyful songs
By nature’s design.
Sadly we too oft’ ignore
Beauty that lay before us.
Distracted by life
All just to try to survive
We get very lost.
Perhaps if we took a step back
What we’re missing would be found.
Look to the sky, grass,
Look to the simplicity in life
For what’s important.
This is what Mother gave us
To keep from going insane.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feeding our winged friends
They share our vegetables
Grown for both of us
We have more than we can use
So we offer them love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky, canvas of blue
Bespectacled by wondrous birds
Melody of song
Sung naturally without urge
So often ignored by man
O’ the things we miss
Rushing in our meager lives
How terribly sad
Perhaps taking a moment
We’d realize what’s important
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Serenading me
Songbirds in the cottonwoods
A lovely alarm
To wake to nature’s music
Just as Heaven intended
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grey and sullen day
Sun muted by heaven’s cloak
From window chairs view
Birds and bees care little
Refusing to deviate
A glorious show
Playing out on natures stage
Standing ovation
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gravity defied
As silver birds reach the skies
Takeoffs and landings
If man’s truly meant to fly
He would sprout feathers and wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Buds
Sparrows
Defy cold
Fickle winter
Sensing springs approach
Something man never could
Having lost touch with nature
Too absorbed with things of this world
He is merely along for the ride
Technology and ignorance stunt him
Now he must live as a passenger
Trusting meteorology
A most imperfect science
To decipher nature
While birds and buds thrive
In harmony
with instincts
That man
Lost
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Passionate courtship
Two songbirds blinded by love
Windowsill tango
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~