a flash of brilliant blue.
then he sat there for a few long minutes.
an omen, i hope,
the bluebird of happiness.
heavy fog in the morning,
blue sky, sparkling white clouds at noon,
tumultuous wind and swirling clouds at dusk.
all this beauty.
it can fill a person right up to the brim,
and leave one quivering at the brink of spilling over the rim.
so well said
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet little bird. Gorgous view in your second photo. I want to breathe in all that fresh greenery.
ReplyDeleteMay none of it ever lose its magic for you, Karen.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, Vermont....
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
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