The whispering winter wind

Swept through silent, snowy trees

The branches, they did bend

And the small pond would soon freeze

The snowflakes swiftly swirled

In the cold autumn breeze

The whole entire world

Was completely at ease

A bluebird seemed to spiral

Out of nowhere, it seemed

Shattering the denial

That everything’s serene

It landed slowly and softly

And gracefully tilted its head

Toward a house that smelled of toffee

And freshly baked bread

The little bird flew

Past the house and the trees

Through the sky, icy blue

Floating on the swirling breeze

Seeming satisfied with his quest

He snuggled down inside his nest

To lie in wait until the next

Shimmering winter’s day