birds, and the gable

by walterdoege

summertime shuffle…shuffling summer…my heart is shuffle, ever trustful…after some summer storm…winds, strong rain, loudly and brighty thunders at sky…summer storm…summer tempest…seasons shuffling the time passage…somehow fast…somehow slow…a fast summer storm…water at the roof…the gable was thrown away…after some hours…a mellow sundown…some brand new night…some brand new days…at summer, some birds are going to other lands…some birds are coming from other places…i hear the sound…I hear the song…I hear the music…birds sing, some fine music…I stay for a while listening the birds talking so tiny song talk…they sing some songs like bem-te-vi…it’s their name: bem-te-vi…and from the big choral…some two birds singing for each other…perhaps two soul mates…who know?…perhaps some marriage at the roofs of other near houses…who know?…some sweet ‘bem-te-vi’, I listened…and immediately some more sweet ‘bem-te-vi’…and this couple of gracious birds keep talking and singing till the mellow sundown…I should face that summer storm…another gable was provided…at dawn, I wake up listening that cuple talking…joyously…and noticed another nest…the four nest…near a window of my house…these are other birds…working hard…working joyously…another autumn is coming!…futures are coming…I sing…I pray…I write…I work…I love…I am never alone…I am with you…the roof is good…welcoming seasons talking…welcoming futures building