A SIMPLE, LOVELY WAY
It was the simple song of just one
bird,
as though it wished to share an
easy word
or two with them at breakfast time.
Its tune
was unadorned and pure, a song for
June
and two good friends. They listened
as they ate.
The bird was singing at the golden
gate
of this new day, and they enjoyed
the plain
and silver song. Its words
announced the reign
of ease and unpretentiousness. The day
swung open in a simple, peaceful way.
