bird on a wire
let me hear your song
bird on a wire
you can do no wrong
for your singing is
as love to me
your tender trill
thrills my ear and soul
bird on a wire
tell me where your voice
comes from
your plumes so soft
that write upon my heart
and i shall leap upon
the horse dressed in red
up on the goldy-green hill
beyond the people
waiting for the train
so still
and i will try to catch your maker
before the sun comes up
while he is cool and resting
bird on a wire should i find him
i will ask why do the birds
sing so prettily to us
and why do they
talk of love
tell me lover
i shall say
what it is love bears
to play for us that love-torn
sonnet
i’ll tell him i have heard your trill
that the flowers have appeared
in our land
that the winter has gone
and the rains are over
already i know the answer
this is the season
of the turtledove
we are to arise
and come away
©Tess Ashton
Image Two turtle doves, Felipe Lopez, www.images.unsplash.com