There’s another bird
That made a nest at my house
She sits in the wreath on my porch
And waits

Quietly I wonder why these
Sweet songbirds find me
And nestle so into my heart
And home.

Perhaps nature’s sweet way
Of reminding me that melody
Can hold sway of spirit
And lighten the load

Would that I could sing as such
With wordless thoughts-
That cannot be understood
But by the heart.