The Chickadee

ByMARK VAN DOREN
THE chickadee has three short songs
To love the world with, spring and fall;
And winter,
For he loves it all.
And two of them are cherry sweet,
But one is diligent persimmon;
Children
Love the last, and women.
And it is cheerful at the door,
In snow, when nothing else will sing.
But woodsmen
Hear a different thing.
In ragged pines, in melting March,
Or in September’s softer prime,
Two sounds,
Or three, in saddest time:
Most plaintive, as the happy heart
Can be, pretending. So they say,
Those men
Alone, and look away.