Is This What the Poets Mean?

Is this what the poets mean, 
When they talk about the songbirds’ birdsong,
A call of nature pure and filthy. 

Is this what the poets mean, 
When they talk of flowers, roses and violets aplenty,
Innocence and humour intermingling.

Is this what the poets mean, 
When they talk of the sky, blue, and pink and red and orange and gold,
The roof under which all lovers reside.

Is this what the poets mean, 
When they talk of love, 
Love of nature and people and family and all things true,
The darling nature of humanity.

©2022 Poppy B. Humble