It was a tingly morning mist
That hushed past the pines
The gentle glide
Brushing against my cheeks
So sleek and so cool
It was a memory ready for recall
That filled the empty clearing
Gathering in a cluster
To bathe me in it's warmth
There was a wayward cloud
Playing touch and go
Bandanna wrapping the blue
Silence and me.
It's beautiful
The limpid mountain
And tiny smoke
Etched above a chimney.
I see far beyond the
The tall trees
The glass hills and cattails.
I am a bluebird
Too happy to sing.
Hi dear poets! I'm glad I can post something for the Poets United. :)
"There was a wayward cloud
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Bandanna wrapping the blue
Silence and me."
The sky as blue silence--quite an awesome description.
Sometimes it can drown you too...
ReplyDeleteI can think of no better freedom than the freedom of free flight. I love the softness of this, the imagery is beautiful. I love your Bluebird :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem and thanks for the visit.
You have shared some beautiful memories here. I am glad you recalled them and wrote about them. The last stanza expresses perfect happiness!
ReplyDeleteSweet and gentle and lovely. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI am a bluebird
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I love it! Oh to experience such happiness!
Lovely, the perfect picture of peace.
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