Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Impressions of a Bird in a Tree

Before my eyes,

a glimmering spark of gold


gleans crimson buds of hope,


beneath a sky forever blue.


On winged limbs,

a tiny feathered spirit,


nimble, 

fearless,


free.


My heart replies,

Dream,

                               Take flight, 

                                                      and   Be...
                                                     



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