Friday, November 20, 2009

Poem: Bluebird

I haven't written poetry in over 10 years, but this one just hit me out of the "blue" today...


Just call me bluebird,
for it's a new day.

A breeze has come my way,
spreading my wings to make me fly,
until I drop from the sky,
exhausted and vulnerable.

Just give me a little shelter,

for just a day.

Then I'll be on my way again,

for spring is just around the corner.
Just call me bluebird.

-- Heather Johnson, 11/20/09