Bird of the Summer - A Fine Frenzy

You came with the season as the first swallow sang

A brown headed stranger with a five-letter name

We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow

My feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home

My cheeks red like fire engines racing straight to the heat of your skin

And I know our days are numbered early bird of the summer

You’ll fly south just as the fall begins

The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled

My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill

You sent me a postcard from a town out of state

I wish it were warmer and I hope you’re the same

The fields where we wandered were golden, now only muddy my boots

And I know I should recover, you’re a bird of the summer

I was wrong to try and capture you

Flight, flight

I met someone walking at a park by the lake

He don’t fly like we did but he don’t fly away

Gone is the pale hand of winter

Here is the first flush of May

And soon I will discover whether birds of the summer

Fly in circles or just fly away