Call again O sweet cardinal;

your song rises with the morning breeze and gently lifts my lashes to peep the light of day.

Through olden fields of periwinkle, through blazing storms striking fuchsia-- You took leave

during the days of absent blue skies-- for they were laden with far too many hues of invisible gray.

Now you’re back and casting out your emphatic net over bumpy sidewalks and newly budding trees

as we meet again in the room without darkness.