I wait for the day
when the trees grow taller
and the sun grows warmer,
winter coming to an end,
inviting bright spring days
with the promise of summer winds
ushering us on their current,
lulling us to ride our ways home
to the branch we first set perch.
Today, the wind pulls you yet
to higher trees and warmer skies,
climates too warm for the thick feathers
cluttering my wings, but
perfect for your flight North
farther and farther away.
Perhaps one day our currents may collide
mixing ecstatic cries and whistles
when we are ready to sing together
a different duet of rosy blues
once more.