At the window
I stood today
Looking at the trees
And the traffic below
Summer is here
I sighed lightly.
At that moment
An oriole flew;
into my sight.
Yellow and bright
It made me stop
All that I was doing
So I could look
to admire its yellow
It flew around
from a branch
to another one
With little care
For my admiration
It was content
to live and forage
but it brought
home some delight
My day made
I went back
only to sigh
and say
summer is here