By Pete Tucker

The two lonely chords of the Phoebe,
‘Twas my fortune this morn to hear.
The subtle chords of the Phoebe
Announcing that Spring is here.

Yes, I all but knew that.
Have looked forward the winter long.
But, name a sweeter reminder
Than the Phoebe’s distant song!

As though any notice was needed,
With days turning so fair.
And if deluge should surprise us

The Phoebe would forbear.

 

But only for a moment.

When the sun is out again,

The lonesome chords of the Phoebe

Raise softly from the glen.