Something We Forgot

The orioles are back now, 

After the tree-foliage has 

Leaved.

Their sunset bodies

Beg for black 

At the wing tips,

And shelter

Amidst the green.

The Lazuli 

Bunting, A blurring-blue

And orange-cream

Arrives first, blue 

Always present 

Before the green.

In the burning light 

of Fox,—pure leaping—

Earth-dark fur

Uneaten—

Chewed until still,

Carried for the reason.