Icicle Laughter

March 26, 2010
Sing to me once more, Summerbird
When Winter steals our warmth
I know these words will freeze and fall
As snowflakes from your mouth

It's late November and
Your nervous laughter rings
Like dark notes across a xylophone of
Icicles that have just begun to form

Oh, Summerbird, Oh Summerbird
We both know you've got to go
Sing your song down south for me
I'll listen quiet from the snow

Fly far from these rooftops
Here Jack Frost will freeze your wings
And I want those pretty feathers flying free
As a summerbird's should

Goodbye, Summerbird
I'll wave softly, catching
For I know they hold your song
Though the words don't mean as much

Not now that you're gone.

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