Bluebirds of Grief
Bluebirds of Grief Along a snow-crusted fast food drive through lane Two holly bushes prickle in the cold. Evergreen leaves enfold an offering of snow and red fruit- Sparks in the grey morning. A stormy-sky feathered being alights On the thorny branch. Her soft persimmon blush of round belly Now held in the open palms of the holly Trusts and invites. My mouth drops in wonder behind the mask I wear. A bluebird.. “of happiness”...here and now? Courageously, she plunges in beak-