Little red cardinal, as red as a rose,
Wing span oh marginal, chest feather exposed.
Fly to the bees for honey is made,
From flower to pollen, growing in shade.
Fly to the moon, glowing at dawn,
Rain drops are falling, weeping a song.
Little red cardinal pure gentle hue,
Soaring in morning, skies oh so blue.
Feather to tickle, apon my rose cheak,
Little red cardinal, hearing your tweet.
Song of the summer, warm and aloft,
Until fall is a coming, soaring yet soft.
Whisper to me, all the day long,
Still in your beauty, true love is gone.
© Jun 16
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Comments3
A most lovely write set in nature and colors. It sends its message well.
Beautifully written, one of my favs for sure
Thanks
Np!
I would love to see a red cardinal in real life. It's got to be a sight to see. Beautiful poem that took me somewhere else for its length.
Thank you for your kind words
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