The Summer Sparrow

By my window a juniper tree stands The stretched out branches try to reach me green A sparrow has built a nest of twig strands Chirps to me songs of summer it has seen In the autumn the nest falls with the leaves Homeless sparrow can’t face the northern wind Disappears beyond the mist winter weaves Leaving wings’ air on my window behind Bare tree awaits spring for the leaves to sprout I retreat from the frosted window pane On a gloomy cold evening I look out For I hear the sparrow singing again When the sun rises in frozen morning In winter I see my summer growing. August 25, 2017.