Bluebird Bird Eastern Bluebird  - Naturelady / Pixabay


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.

2 thoughts on “Bluebird

  1. 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.

  2. 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!

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