Sweetness.
In northern lands now it is Spring and this is the season
to celebrate nature
as thrush trilling in tall trees opens windows to heaven
by such intricate song.
This shy bird, being a lover of evening, likes palest light
so year after year he
makes sunset his stage and warbles late sweetness hid
inside thicket\'s wide brush.
What a missing, in Spring, if this dapple-breast-bundle
of feathery gift was
not geared to be here so praise as I feel my soul shiver
when I hear my first thrush.