By Kayin Borang
A sunbird shelters, the harbinger of spring;
It dwelt on the crooked sill and sang for me.
Upon her frame, a crimson scarf clung,
Once a glacial morning from the yonder tree.
A rainy dawn, where rime drench my soul,
While harrowing the latent grief.
But her fiery carol thawed the frosty toll
And cordial cloak, she gently weaves.
A charming gaze on the wooden pane,
Whispers sweetly to the core in ache,
While subtly reaching her feathers and crane,
Away from the sill to skyward, she breaks.
And a thousand mornings, I beseech,
If the sunbird croons for the rest of eternity,
Cradling with glee and sadness impeach,
In the early hours, from the yonder tree.
By Kayin Borang
Incredible
Nice one
❤️