Smile, little bird, in blue feathers

and glassy crown

Sing for gold-drop sun,

swaying wheat in

sweet flowered breeze

Hushed breath held

as little heart thrashes wild

in down tender breast

that flits at angles with

the twitch of right wing,

left feather

Thin pebbled legs that would snap

in pressure's hold

splayed thin against

rough branches and heavy barked trees

Flit free, little bird,

hide royal behind  

brilliant plumage standing bold

against honey fronds

and waving green

Unbound by

fetters iron and cold

Spirit formless and holy,

rocked gentle by sighs

and low notes of growing things

It is you that cries

cuckoo in the early dawn

heralding new days

twisting long ages

that wind endless into the night

Sing, little bird, for pulsing sunlight

tomorrow unfurling,

seeds floating  memory light

through dusty sun

gossamer air