Among the gloom

Longing birdsong flitter twit.
A happy tone with solemn wit
Must you fly through mind through gloom
Sleepy clouds hung low and crow
At screen-door grating, with corn hung high
Visions of lives one cannot know
Sing a basely song, sing loud your sigh
Hear the Heron crawl to water's edge and die
No; there's no July in this darkness
There's no hope in waiting
There is a sweet bird in memories gone
Flutter, flit, perch and sing
And despite the rain
Keeps singing.