Indigo Bunting
Small as a sparrow
bluest of indigo blues
passerina cyanea
spilling out songs
that may be confused
with the hymns of angels.
The male singing all day
in spring and summer
fashionista in blue satin
trilling and breeding.
Migration trusts in the
guidance of the stars
celestial magic whisks
from the darkest heavens.
The songbird descending to earth
to embrace the lonely
mystical dive in the middle
of the gravel driveway
splashing in a puddle
after a morning rain.
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I love the imagery here. Especially those last two lines!
My favorite bird! Your poem lifts my spirit, just as seeing an indigo bunting does.
The imagery is beautiful in this poem. Thank you for bringing the reader to the “puddle after a morning rain”. Great write!
Gorgeous poem. The couplets serve you well.
Beautiful writing! I love “fashionista in blue satin, trilling and breeding.”
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I love the color story here.
Love how you describe the bird, soar it through the heavens, and then bring it back down to an earthly puddle. Excellent.
I love “Migration trusts in the/guidance of the stars/celestial magic…”