Sonnet Xii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Call me by warm names when winter winds blow
And cool me by icy skins and summer summons
Its hot feathers to keep it flying low
Low to the grounds, low to degrees of dawns
And my verses will by night, day pray
To higher heavens for your wages sweet
Sweet as figures stand, figures away stray
The younger bird lives with its tune and tweet
And from the petals in yards, sucks its juice
Content with tender flowers blooming
From water sprinkled by such verse's voice
When with servants I preserve, dew of spring

With seasons lost as clean dew to dirty sea
Your death I'll lose and forever you'll be