Robin Redbreast

Wrapped in warm twilight

The dusk as red as your breast
Lay bare your heart's song  

Through the Open Window

Now the neat chatter
Of Autumn berries and seeds
Birds swap their stories

Alternate:

Now the neat chatter
Of Autumn berries and seeds
As birds check their tweets

Spring

In a bluebell gown

Sylvia brushes her hair

Braiding in birdsong

Birdsong and Blackbirds

Birdsong 

In the spring garden

The warm air drenched with birdsong

Notes falling like rain

Blackbirds

On the high branch hear

Their clear arias sung loud

And sweet in the air