Bird

The day beyond
the day I die
lonely in death after lonely living
birds will sing as new day dawns and petals unfold
on my soul's empty ground.

I'll be one bird
alighting on ditches and branches
when the song of loving and living
and beauty
is at its height.

Season full of emotion
week of sorrow and joy
in the gaps between knowing not knowing forgetting bird pour
out that antiquated song.

One bird sings of how
there are good things
in life
and bad things too.