
Finding Bluebirds
An outline appears from nowhere. Where there was clouded blue sky, there is a wing. An horizon of trees shifts suddenly to flight as they move to the meadow together. Finding bluebirds is not hard, once you learn. Through time and practice you learn how to ignore those things that mar the view--you train your eyes on what matters: the soft blue feathers, the organic outline, the wild wing that will carry you along with it to the meadow. #poetrymonth #bluebirds #brightsideofli