The morning birds I have heard for a time have all headed south for the warmer temperatures.
They will return next spring and be their cheerful selves singing away for me to hear.
I have to hold onto this hope they will be back for I have come to depend upon them for the joy I feel especially; in the morning.
They have a way about themselves that make it clear it is time to leave a certain area and fly to another for their own wellbeing.
I am contented to have hope of them returning next year for us to hear them again.
The people; in the south, may have had to do without hearing for a time.
Now, it is their turn to be blessed and who am I to feel upset.
There is no reason for my being upset but praise the Lord for the times I did hear them singing.
This is a joy that has been freely given by the Lord to bless my life.
I will be well to recollect the times I did hear them and be hopeful for next year.
The wondrous morning birds have headed south as we have said and will return later when the cold snap is over.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)