Blue jay, hi! Blue jay, ho!
Springing from each angled bough,
  Fluttering aground,
    Pulled aloft like a puppet
  Back up to the browned
    Bower barely above it.
Blue jay high, blue jay low!

One goodbye, one hello;
Wondering time, watch its tow.
  See it standing still?
    On the first of diversions
  Seasons start to spill;
    Lead our lovely excursions
Blue jay, hi! Blue jay, ho!

Blue I sigh, feeling slow
And inert. How to go
  Where I want to be,
    (And where is that exactly?)
  More than merely me,
    Maybe. It depends on who's asking—
Then at once: blue jay, yo!

Every day marvels show
Beauty's spark flash in both
  Beings grandiose
    And the commonplace creatures;
  Perhaps I learn the most
    From these humblest of teachers.
I get high, I lay low.

You, my love, you are so
Blue, but know that although
  Sometimes we must lay 
    In the valleys and doldrums,
  Always comes the day.
    Who knows when we'll behold some
Blue jay high, blue jay low!