After Sunshine Poem by cahen thrips

through our window i see
such vivacious colours from
five goldfinches on sunflower seeds
three blue tits on wild-plant feed
a red-breasted robin on fat-balls
two yellow hammers feeding on the ground
a blackbird chasing others round
woodpecker on a cage of nuts
and
i wonder if our turtle dove
will dare to appear this year
or if it's heard of the death of my love
so sees no reason to come near.
maybe i'll go where the turtle dove goes
to spend my final days
beyond that smudged horizon
at the edge of a land of a palette of greys.
and
now it rains.