Cloud
thick white
magenta light
and distant now
the birds song-sing
a muted echoed song
and weave
a ring dove echo ring
we love you we love you
where are you where are you
their mournful solemn round.
Daylight and darkness
move through a ditch
we hold our breath
and watch
the roses shudder
the pigeon's worried warning
bounces off the ground.
So careless in the sun
those days
were gently spun
and all the time to languish spent
and all our sunshine fortune gone
trinkets and wings and sweet birdsong
and foolish fun.
Now our birds look north, fly east,
perch back on aerial bars and still
gaze out across the land
and wait
for carefree times
to come
