Monday, September 24, 2007

Sunbird

 
Sunbird

I saw, today, a little bird
Alight upon a tree.
Yellow was its color bright,
Like sunlight floating free.

I looked again, and it was gone –
Vanished, with no trace,
Much like when a gust of wind
Beclouds the sun’s bright face.

Oh drop of sun, whence did you come,
And whither did you flee?
And why did you, of sudden, pause
To light upon that tree?

2007 September 24th, Mon.
Berkeley, California