These are the days when Birds come back


Emily Dickinson

These are the days when Birds come back-
A very few-a Bird or two-
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies resume
The old-old sophistries of June-
A blue and gold mistake

Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee-
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear-
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.

Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze-
Permit a child to join

Thy sacred emblems to partake-
Thy consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!




           

                                             Oh No - Andrew Bird