Whistling Bird

Whistling bird

Whistling bird

I wonder what you say

as the light of spring dances around you

through shifting shady trees.

After the darling buds of May

have roughly shaken

and summer’s final lease is taken,

Will you keep springtime in your musical notations?

Will winter slow your tempo

still your breath

exhaust your tune?

Will you share your happiness

after the sunshine’s come and gone too soon?