Gayle Sweeney Poems
A Blue Jay
A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming ...
Blueberries came out in the tall patch and looked like a handful of
Pink rose pearls.
Their blue with a brilliance now and a jewelled twinkle, astounds
The sunny world!
An imprinted star, I saw on top of one picked blueberry's dark,
Found me happy sitting alone not far from a woodland and
Some blueberries are stowaways, hidden on low, cool boughs during summer