Annunciation

This morning on my porch two birds came fly,
They chanted wholeheartedly and ably:
These were the songs of summer now ending
The prophecy of autumn drawing nigh.
It is still warm and sunny outside,
The tranquil waters of a lake are breathless,
Unlikely to freeze up… Yet one is guessing
Few things that their chirrup brings to light:
That milder days are coming to an end,
That comes the time to make a nest elsewhere,
That young ones fledged, and fortune is still there,
Yet now of a different name and brand!...
…They tweet in tune — inviting me along:
“It’s safe and fun to fly across the planet!”
I trust the feathered tribe… but something plainly
Tells me that winter’s where I belong.