Saturday, July 26, 2014

She Flies: A Poem to Honor the Bluebird

When shadows shift
When snow first falls
She sits alone:
A bluebird calls

The Branches sway
Winter's breeze so cold
Snow swirls to rain
Her distress unfolds

Shall she be brave;
Fly through the storms?
Night shadows twist
To horrid forms

How will she fare
When moonbeams flicker?
How will she dare
When sleet turns thicker?

Once more she cries
Though echoes fail
She bears her soul
On wings she'll sail

An eagle's span ...
She flies

Debby A.
Copyright, 2014 by Deborah L. Alten
photograph by Debbie McEachern

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