deep forest waiting rain

The sky holds its rain

while wind sifts the boughs,

shrouded in dark feathers

you cry to me your song

of words thought to be forgotten;

with your crown of vines

twisted in your melancholy nest,

you permeate my thoughts

with deep forest scent

and quiet, heavy clouds

bearing me closer to your wings,

finding myself nearer to your voice,

yet peaceful in a moment of sorrow