Willow Bird

Oh willow bird!
How was the migration?
It seemed so long ago, but as if not so,
That you left, left my willow tree.
Willow bird, willow bird, when will you migrate again?
Does the south call you when my willow gets cold?
Not my fault that shivers tremble through me,
It is the fall after all.
So willow bird, willow bird, where is the rest of you?
Off there still?

Is this just a visit, or are you here to stay?
Do you prefer my willow tree to the palm ones?
I heard they are oh so much warmer.
Do your feathers still flap the same?
Still soft and dear?
You left before, I remember this faded seemed dream.
How do I know this is a permanent dedication?
Flighty and up in the air you are.
Perhaps you can’t promise the whims of those escapes.
Willow bird, willow bird, did you even
ever return to me