Red Birds

Do I know where the lilacs grow?
Beneath the shade of long shadows,
Where twists of limp limbs intertwine,
Red birds sing on the edge of time,

“Child, child always mine,”
Soft and sweet a lullaby.
Eyes turned to a flowering sky,
“Mother, mother watch me fly.”

Do I know where the red birds go?
When earth is soft in downy snow,
Wait for the vines to green and climb,
There they’ll land in the ebbing tide.

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9 thoughts on “Red Birds

    1. Thank you so much, I’m glad you appreciated my writing style. It means a lot to receive a comment as insightful as yours! I thought a melody would go along with it well, too.

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