Months between visits
then suddenly you’re here
exactly when you’re needed
small miracle of cheer
Brightest blue above
rusty rose below
your song sounds sort of sad to me
it’s warbled sweet and low
You landed on the swingset
your mate nearby
hunting for bugs in the tall grass
a spider worm or fly
Harbinger of joy
and good news too
are you happy as they say
or are you really blue?
Who’s to guess your mission,
who’s to speak for you?
you are the color of your name
if not the feeling too