You came with the season,as the first swallow sangA brown headed stranger,with a five-letter namedododododododowe planted our kisseswhere the wild berries growmy feet sprouted wings and i flew all the way homedododododododoMy cheeks red like fire engines racingStraight to the heat of your skinI know our days are numbered, early bird of the summeryou’ll fly south just as the fall begins.The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filledMy coat with the patches barely keeps out the chilldodododododoYou sent me a postcard from a town out of stateI wish it were warmer and i hope you’re the samedododododododoThe fields where we wandered were goldenNow only muddy my bootsI know I should recover, you’re a bird of the summer,I was wrong to try and capture you.FlightFlightI miss someone walk in a park by the lakeDon’t fly like weather but it don’t fly awaydodododododoGone is the pale hand of winterHere is the first flush of mayand soon I will discover whether birds of the summerfly in circles or just fly away