The Bluebird On Your Grave

I walked to the cemetery today, tears falling as snow is crunching under my feet. Grief grips me, but I am determined to visit your grave, it has been days. The sun is warming my wet cheeks as I walk toward your grave from the street. I stop and spot a little chirping bluebird on your grave soaking up the sunny rays. You were a bird lover, it must be sign from you, as I meet the bluebird’s gaze! 12/29/19 Contest: Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Dear Heart