Bluebird Serenade
Dew drops lie upon strands of silk
in yellow fields I used to roam
the old oak dips in sweet repose
as I search for the faultless rose
Bluebird singing an honest tune
serenade rich lustrous lilacs
drenched in memories amid peace
surrender a lone heart's release
On frail branch sways within the wind
listens for lost calls to respond
as dawns day moves slowly away
weathered and weary he still stays
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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