The Bluebirds

a poem

She searched intently

with all her might

for the two little bluebirds

she knew lived nearby.

Peeking into every tree

studying bush and hollow

every day she’d look some more

and every clue she’d follow.

Then one bright sunny morning

as she got out of her bed

a glimpse of blue caught her eye

through the window just outside.

She threw on her yellow rain boots

and left her coat draped on the floor

even forgot to feed the cat

as she hurried out the door.

She nearly tripped outside

oblivious to the rain

bright eyes urgently seeking

to spot the bird again.

Then suddenly from up above

glints the swiftest streak of blue

she gasps as she finally sees

not just one bird, but two!

The birds flutter through the fog

effortless in their flight

toying with the wisps of cloud

glorious in their delight.

She can’t help but smile as

she watches the bluebirds play

her soul swells up with perfect Hope—

she’s been waiting for this day.

Then as quick as they appeared

the little birds are gone

to somewhere only they know

to back where they belong.

Her eyes comb through the clouds

hoping to see them once more

but she fears that it is futile

she feels it deep within her core.

She knows it was not to last

but for that one single second

patiently stored up in Time

to appear in that very moment.

So she heaves a heavy sigh

and turns her eyes away

hair drenched from the pouring rain

but Hope lingering anyway.

Perhaps, someday, sometime

the bluebirds might come again

to offer up their dance of Hope

and share the light within.