Where Bluebirds Brood




Where Bluebirds Brood

Such happiness had I with you that
bluebirds brood and vie
to rest where once you whispered–
to nest among the shape where
a moment stayed your cheek–
to sing the air where scent of your hair fades
and bathe in light that falls
where you cannot sleep. 

– Teresa Kiplinger

 

See the bracelet set I created which incorporates this poem.






Photo: Mink Mingle



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