Bluebird

Breathing in snowflakes as the sun filters through,
Warming up this frozen canvas into morning dew.

Swirling between flurries and wisps of fog,
Back again after a winter of warmth and sun,
The bluebird sings of wildflowers,
The buds whisper to the wind of spring,
And I dance in green fields singing, singing the song of the bluebird.

Back again.