Featherweight

The small blue bird

always perched very near to

 her older, more experienced friend on the power line 

Whenever a storm brewed up a strong wind

she leaned heavily against her protector

She had no awareness of her own weight

until the dark, foreboding, day she was pushed away

causing a hard fall onto the rocky road

which rendered her unable to fly

From that day on, she stayed

alone in the brush, never to see

her dear, feathered, companion again

The little blue bird often wondered if

on that tragic day

 her strong friend had merely collapsed

 from the exhaustion

of holding steady on that wire

 

 

 

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The Unwelcome Visitor

Change is not a stranger

though neither, is he a friend

I know his visits are inevitable

but lately, he shows up fairly often

largely obtrusive and very disruptive

It takes such a long time

to warm up to him

I search for the good in him

but acceptance is a difficult process

Eventually he does go his way, but usually

he takes someone dear to me

along with him, so, no

I wouldn’t call him my friend

The Unannounced Visitant

I know Blue

He sometimes comes

to stay awhile with me

When he’s around

I can barely breathe

He gets caught in my throat

or lingers too long

just behind my eyes

Pretending to be a friend

he steals clear thoughts

right out of my head

I then wind up in tears

I don’t dislike Blue

At least he makes me cry

It’s better than being ignored

without knowing

or understanding

the reason why

Ready For A Fall

I’m waiting for you

beneath the tree, in a chair

change everything if you dare

colors; the feel of the air

Oh, a leaf fell in my hair

Hurry back to me

spread your breeze across my skin

rustle trees and then

teach the leaves to dance again

I’ve missed you so, my dear friend