Blue Bird Nest

Four tiny eggs
nestled in matted twigs.
A blue impossible to describe.
Beauty in miniature.
Hope personified.

Photo: My son holding a bluebird nest outside his home. He “hosts” bluebirds several times a year.

Oloriel July 14, 2016 / 5:09 pm

Beautiful, both the photo and the words. I would agree the blue would be hard to describe, I would call it “the bluebird blue”.

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- lillian July 17, 2016 / 8:48 am
  
  So glad you enjoyed! 🙂
  
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Mrs Marian Green July 15, 2016 / 3:46 pm

Gorgeous photo …

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- lillian July 17, 2016 / 8:47 am
  
  So glad you enjoyed. Nice to meet you here.
  
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Joyce July 15, 2016 / 4:19 pm

I liked your poem and the picture of Aaron with the BEAUTIFUL eggs!

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- lillian July 17, 2016 / 8:48 am
  
  Thanks, Joyce. The color really does defy description, right? Yep, those are my son’s gentle hands. 🙂
  
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