Blue Heron

POETRY…IN FLIGHT!

House of Heart

There is a bird whose wings are the shades of a rainbow.

When he grieves his sighs pervade the caves of forgotten dreams.

His  sound is the laughter of children  flowing like

rippling  rivers to   soothe the hearts of angels.

His tongue drips with the honey of desert flowers and

his eyes are  an ocean of shimmering shores.

When he is thirsty he  sips  viscous dew from my feathers

painted in his colors.

When adventure calls  we lift our wings and fly away.

Blue Heron Sunset

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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