A long-legged echo of melancholy

The shadow of a tern
Flashes black over the sea,
The cross-shaped silhouette
Is visible only for a second
Before it disappears
Into the sunlit horizon
Leaving a long-legged echo
Of melancholy behind.

To remind you of Summer

I taught the wind to laugh,
To walk quietly passed your door,
Scattering green leaves to remind you
Of summer.
I wrote my name in the dew on your window,
Waiting for your heart to remember
The language of the wind
And the muscles in your wings.