Awake at dawn,
the gray and gold,
spinning circles of haze.
The cardinals perched to see,
they wait.
I pull from my mind,
the thought of you,
the glance you give me,
the words you feed into me.
I draw you,
in the light I see you,
in the way no one ever will.
I go to the window,
the cardinals float to me,
they pull my view of you,
from my mind and from paper.
I know the birds in red,
will tell you how I wait,
for you.