Bluebird
a bluebird
perches on my
window
ledge
and turns to the wind
smoothing his feathers
his song is pitched and excited
as a few morning snowflakes
fall
and not a single flower
blooms in the garden
for winter
is knocking . . . .
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October 24, 2020
Poetry/Verse/bluebird
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1297-494-24
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (32)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 11/23/2020
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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