Inspired by a robin's egg this morning on my walk...
Robin’s Egg Blue
Upon the ground
a tiny mirror of the sky
Why so blue robin’s egg?
Does the sky find herself in you?
Or are you a reminder of potential,
of what lies beyond the fear of the first leap?
A delicate reflection of above
held gently in the arms of branches and twigs
feathers and grass.
A glimmer of the aching blue
that calls my soul to flight
Now the flutter of wings
for me to find myself in,
Baby robin’s freedom
a reminder of my own.
Robin’s egg blue calls us home.