The blue clouds drift slowly
in mid-air with nowhere to go.
The bluebird flies purposefully
between the clouds, over the trees,
and westward.
The silk violet stands waiting . . .
A small hand reaches down.
Lips form a smile,
A voice says, “thank you.”
The vase holds violets, green stems,
and love.
c Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols
From Vortex, 1978

8 comments on “MASTERPIECE

  1. Rita Dortch says:

    It is so beautiful.


  2. I like the touch of thank you!


  3. Tammy says:

    This is lovely, Mom. : )


  4. Hey, Martha, my “Texas cousin,” thanks. I’m happy to hear from you.


  5. Martha York says:

    Freeda, I’m really enjoying reading your blog. Martha


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