Flicker Wings

The leaves were off the hardwoods
I could see into the trees
And there I spotted Flicker Wings
And back she spotted me

Feeling bold against the colder months
I nodded to her glow
We showed each other what we held
Yielding what we know

And she is a rare bird
And I am a bird caller
Soon I'd call her my lover
'cause birds of the same feather
Flock with each other

And now I can identify her
By the colors in her chest
Identify with the melodies
She builds within her breast
And simply by example
Of the lines that draw her face
She gives me daily lessons
On the grace of organic shape

And she is a rare bird
And I am a bird watcher
I could watch her for hours
In a birdbath
Under a downpour of autumnal showers

I saw in Flicker Wings what she saw in me:
The miss and the mister of love's mystery
We could talk for forever
And between the sheets
We're a heroic couplet of poetic feats

But November be tender
We all have some cuts
To attend to ourselves
We must fend for or bust
But the vigor and verve
That you gain from a flame
Can cast warmth to help melt
Through the ice chest of pain

I can see her in the meadow
Perched upon her favorite horse
That she named after the feeling
He wells up inside her heart
Temperature is dropping
Mare of winter rears its head
I'll invite her swift migration
To the quilt-fold of my bed

She is a rare bird
And I am a bird caller
Soon I'd call her my lover
'cause birds of the same feather
Flock with each other

You know this and she knows this
Been said before for sure
In poetry and dreams
The bird's a metaphor for girl.
And I know her given name
We speak the same in native tongue
Jamie, my love, I love you as you are
Untame and young

And she is a rare bird
And I am a bird watcher
I could watch her for hours
In a bird bath
Under a downpour of autumnal showers

She is a rare bird, thank God I'm a bird watcher