Sunday, April 13, 2008

Canto For A Cuckoo

Once upon a springtime came

A pretty bird made of flame

I opened both my heart and nest

I loved its song, I loved its breast

It stayed a while and lit up May

It warmed my heart, I bade it stay

I loved it well, I loved it best

But when the flame bird goes

The ashes blow

From east to west

That's the rest.


Cynthia said...


Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Cynthia :-)

Anonymous said...

This is my favorite: "It stayed a while and lit up May" ... The phoenix-girl is a lovely subject for a poem.