This is a short story of my experience with a very special bluebird.

A repressionist poem.

A bluebird makes his nest in this short free verse poem.

Haiku.

This poem is another in the series of fighting depression. It shows how we banter with ourselves into doing what we should versus doing what we feel like doing.

A poem about a morning visit from bluebirds who seem to be singing just for me.

An invitation to go deeper in our journey of love.

A poem about the purpose of life.

How magnificent it is to have a bright and fair day.

Poem of the beauty we can find, if we just take a moment to look at it…