Christmas Vireo Song

"Your fingerprints touched my life," He said. 

 

"My fingers burn from scratching

the diamonds underneath the ice.
You abandoned us under the lake," I answered.

A boiling pot of water whispers
cinnamon sticks to remind.

Christmas candy childhood

playing with the wisemen.

Gently touch baby Jesus

in the manger,

 taste the horehound

 in dill & thyme amber.

 I believe in Santa.

Maple syrup trees never grow tired.

They remain faithful to their charge.

Love's desire is one last opportunity.

Bell's vireo pair on the glass wall

birds diving for insects,

avoiding pinecones soaked in honey millet.

Warblers don't need crystaline sugar meth.

Male white eye ring summer grass breast

remains faithfully calling to his bride.

"Cheedle cheedle chew," he offers her.

It is a Christmas grandiflora song,

spreading hope to the woodland.
Winging sounds of sleigh bells.

Merry Christmas copyright Caroline Gerardo