Flight of the Bluebird
FLIGHT OF THE BLUEBIRD
There are woodlands where I go
whenever life finds me feeling low;
I have but pause beneath a tree,
see its branches shape our history
for giving the Bluebird of Happiness
due leave to reunite
us
I feel the pull of Memory Lane
to peace of mind, away from pain;
among the lines in your fair face,
subtle comforts of a warm embrace,
the finest poems of earth and sky
closet lives we shared you and I,
young, impatient to let it be known
how well we wore love’s crown
if only where bluebirds in twilight’s lace
perform acts of grace
Though winter bite, nature rest
such is the spirit of renewal we trust,
I have but to pause beneath a tree,
let bare branches rework our history,
have the Bluebird find its way back to us,
among evergreen leaves
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2021
[Note: Revised (2021) from an earlier version that
first appeared under the title 'Love on Call' in an
anthology, Thoughts and Reflections for Throughout the Year,
Forward Press, 2009 and subsequently in On the Battlefields of Love by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
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