Return of the Canvasser of Birds
Though its song evokes joy
The birds of spring are not so different
Than us, they need new life
Welcome change, cherry blossoms
They insinuate what we already know
The waxing of Moons led to this
Where the stories swell over
Brimming with what
Survives the storms
And follows you home
To the fire, where you are safe
A bird’s song washes away
The bad memories, like rain
In April, the distance of dividing
Your golden moments into a person
For a silver care to serve that person
Each time you fall in love, you leave
A bit of your dreamy youth behind
And the song of birds evokes
The oracle’s voice, the prophet-time
The bud in you that refuses to
Bloom ever as fully as you know
You are capable, happiness is relative
We share a table at spring with visitors
Visitors that we have been waiting for
As if all winter, our cycles admire us
They visited our ancestors
And have returned to kiss us gently.
Wuji Seshat 
Enjoyed reading. Thanks for posting!
Thanks a lot Dray!
lovely in yellow…!
Birds and all of Nature show us the Way, continually, but our eyes are not open to see it… Lovely words, again.
Well not many birds in the cities, no.
…er no! Will pigeons do?
Well their “quak” I’ve noticed is not unpleasant…and their odd gasoline colors are more remarkable I suppose than no birds.
Yes shimmering glistening beautiful…petrol colours. You have a great eye for detail.
Lovely write 😊
Speaking of which, I love life and creative choas, as well.
Very nice.