Dear red cardinal bird beauty,
I saw you return to my temporary window, my eternal tree.
The leaves are leaving but not sad.
The sun has vanished but not away.
These mysteries you sing of, tell me more.
Tell me my predicaments are farce,
that I am your confidante time after time.
Leave me a twig you carried through ages.
I am building a nest for us.
I am saving our songs.
Vaishali Paliwal
November 25, 2025
Moonwater 