THANK YOU FOR BEING
The branch outside my window
beckons you near,
while inside,
the teakettle whistles,
the dryer hums and tumbles,
and the radio croons
old, familiar tunes,
I see you before I hear you,
perched in splendid hues,
I pause to delight
in the mere sight of you,
carefully preening,
sweetly singing,
thank you for being
outside my window.
Photo by our neighbor, Annalies Corbin. See more of her photography at:
https://annalies-corbin.pixels.com/
and follow her at: @annaliescorbinphotography on Instagram.
Just Poetry and Prose 
This sweet little bluebird inspired a beautiful poem of appreciation and love, lifting both poet and readers into one of life’s great moments.
Annalies’s photo is exquisite, much like the bluebird itself. I was so awestruck the first time I saw a bluebird and the wonder has never diminished. Thanks for your lovely comment. xoxo
I love the visual and audio pictures in the poem. Sure wish I had bluebirds in my yard!
I also wish you had bluebirds. One day, when you least expect it, a pair will show up. But there are so many birds to delight in! Pausing to enjoy them is the key. xoxo