Poetry Sunday (11-22-09 edition)
Today is one of my own poems. I haven't written poetry in over 10 years, but this one just hit me out of the "blue" the other day...
Bluebird
Just call me bluebird,
for it's a new day.
A breeze has come my way,
spreading my wings to make me fly,
until I drop from the sky,
exhausted and vulnerable.
Just give me a little shelter,
for just a day.
Then I'll be on my way again,
for spring is just around the corner.
Just call me bluebird.
-- Heather Johnson, 11/20/09
BluebirdJust call me bluebird,
for it's a new day.
A breeze has come my way,
spreading my wings to make me fly,
until I drop from the sky,
exhausted and vulnerable.
Just give me a little shelter,
for just a day.
Then I'll be on my way again,
for spring is just around the corner.
Just call me bluebird.
-- Heather Johnson, 11/20/09
