by Irene Daniel
Many greens on display
and various shades of purple;
sweet orange and yellow fruit
hang from the trees.
Small creatures dance about,
furry scurriers and winged beauties;
and then a lovely little bird
alights upon a branch nearby.
What a magnificent spectacle!
All dressed in blue
with a white underbelly,
the bluebird of happiness
come to chase away
my aggressive sorrow?
And now it's flown away.
It doesn't need to hang around,
for there are other trees
and other gardens.
Another's blues to chase away?
And I am left in all this splendor,
reminded of the fleeting
constancy of
the illusions
of happiness
and sorrow.
Irene Daniel Copyright 2014 All rights reserved
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