chinaberry tree

Yesterday
i came upon a chinaberry tree,
its limbs still winter-bare
and arched to the sky.
On its lacework branches
perched a diversity of birds
murmuring and cooing and chirping -
doves in gray-brown
yellow finches
cedar waxwings
chickadees
They rose into the crisp air
wove in circles in and out
and returned
sinking in choir-like synchrony
onto the limbs,
the tree
accepting
the lightweight warmth of life and chatter
without complaint