sits my love for a yellow bird
that lives on branch
beneath my sill
with blackest eye, and black black bill
when he speaks
it breaks my will and lightens all that appears obscured
a song to sweet i have never heard
comes from the breast
of a yellow bird
as summer days now slip away
and frosted nights dress soon unfurled
i breathe in the notes as if to sing
the love known since
christened
by a blessed spring
and a yellow bird beneath my sill
with blackest eye, and black black bill
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
Posted for Alphabe-Thursday - Rainbow Summer School - Yellow
