Flitter swiftly,
O skirting’s fly
toward an opened ingress
carving a glistening sky
Leaves
Grasp her gliding
through uttered winds
confiding in gravity,
on a feathered wing
Whisper
wisps of the halcyon days
breeze atop a time, reciprocating stays
Hear their voices sail, softly,
singing their swan song of a golden era
Offsetting
Dead topped trees
to the living terra
Lead your assembly on
your twain of nests
Debarking
only when the ism rests
and here,
remaining,
until your pith is fed
Root,
O’ aeonian souls,
going beyond the stem
Shades of tunes
bring seasons again
Stamen
warp in an upright bulk,
thread the kindling breast
of the Turdus thrush
Winter me now in your tree top
Hush