To catch sight of
his azure flash
swooping in flight
is always a
quiet surprise.
Herald of spring,
sign of good luck,
both are true, yes.
More to the point
is that a bird
can be so blue.
Color of sky,
a painter’s hue –
so out of place
amid the trees.
He’s not aware
he isn’t brown,
neutral, or tan.
Thoughts lifted high,
he soars with ease.
His heart is full,
completely free.
Rachel Ridgway Knezek says:
What a wonderful poem! I had no idea you were such a great writer. Bluebirds are one of my favorites and it’s such a thrill when I see them. Azure flash — such an apt description.
Lisa says:
Thank you so much, Rachel! So good to hear from you! And so glad you connected with this poem! I love spotting bluebirds, they are one of my favorites, too. Thanks for the comment!