Bluebirds In the Morning

Soft, brilliant blues glisten on feather backs.

The gray fog disassembles with the rising sun.

Another day has come giving proof that life goes on.

Doubts are sent scurrying with the vanishing gray veil.

Little Bluebird rubs his new mates’ beak as I watch from the shadows I know so well.

Soon the sun pierces the grayness of morn and stares me straight in the eye.

The bluebird and his new mate give me a soft wink and take wings in flight.

I watch and I wonder if the little bluebird remembers last summer and his wife.

I am sure that he does…I suppose that in his little bird’s heart he always will.

Therefore on a mornings rise, lessons are learned through little bird’s eyes.

One can remember and still go on, as one will never forget, for love past, present or future if born of the heart never, ever dies.

J. Allen Wilson 1/23/2008

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