Too Late In The Spring Poem by JDC LeDrew

From branch to branch they flew,
She so silent, small and brown.
And he with his fine scarf,
Called and strutted, fluttered around,
Just a leaf behind her.

From shrub to bush she danced
Out of his sight.
So intent she seemed
To be away in hurried flight,
Until at last, she left him behind.

And when every twig was turned
Twice,
He ceased his chatter and listened.

And so I left him on a branch,
Swaying and rocking in the wind.