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