Poems (Bradford)/The bluebird

by Bernice Margaret Bradford

THE BLUEBIRD.

A flash of blue flame at my window-pane;
 A flutter of wings, and a merry note
 From a cerulean feathered throat;
My friend the bluebird is here again.

Where have you been, friend bluebird,
 These long, long months since I saw you last?
 Thru what climes have your fleet wings passed?
What unknown melodies have you heard?

But O, I care not, my little friend,
 Since once again you are with me here;
 After the long, cold winter drear,
To linger till the summer's end.

Flutter and flirt at my window-pane,
 Singing your song of joyous glee,
 Bringing a piece of the sky to me,
Thru summer sunshine or autumn rain.