Sonnet #310

The traveling bards that hide in the trees

Ask so little of us who love their songs

Trees and flowers and keep the cats inside too long

If you can, and leave the garden be

The jubilee season, they journey south and sing to all

The songs they share as they go

Their gaudy costumes, their nimble dances, the show

All the world is a stage, the leaf curtain falls

The spotlight leans into their beautiful glow

Time the thief who gathers sins

Say this: say I’m weary, say I’m slow

Say the earth declines where I set in

I set some seed out, planted trees and flowers

The birds in their passing sing my hours