Your belly like winter's sky
is gray
your back an earthen hue
shades of brown
like fallen leaves brush
softly over you

You jump from branch
to branch
as you hide there
in the bush
many move as one at times
in fluent feathered flush

You watch with careful eye
as you sit on twig so narrow
you sing your song
and dance your dance
content to be a sparrow

Ten thousand leaves fell
with a single wisp of air
that escaped from your lips
as you smile;

that is how rapturously I fell in love
with you.