Bluebirds offer their songs of summer,
floating upon the warm breeze
which swirls my hair,
as I walk along the edge of the creek
watching the water trickle,
in absence of rain
Savoring every shiny pebble
glimmering from the sun,
as if they were golden stones of worth
The trees stir above my head,
swaying my mood
to mixed memories
Blue skies
secretly peek through the leaves,
giving a moment of
simple pleasure
Wooded trail of life;
each footstep taken
leads to another promise,
only this time...
the promise is to myself~
Adding your comment:
It gives one a great feeling and the images are so clearly penned. Very enjoyable read, have a beautiful day, Ken IBT xoxox 
for the lovely comment on my poem!
