Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city’s haze.
Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
Night – adieu!
Good morning, fair cardinal –
Good morning, fair cardinal –
How are you?
How are your children?
Your plumage is nearly outdone
By the sun’s golden hue.
The mattress is firm –
My blanket is coolly sheer.
What’s that?
Come outside, be with us?
Sorry, my bed is too cozy a lair.
