I found this gem of a poem today about a mysterious, elusive, stunning visitor who stayed longer than usual. Marcia Meara takes it as a sign of good things to come. So do I. What do you think?
Ode to a Painted Bunting
My heart called out for a sign.
Something to hang onto.
Something to give me hope.
Something to remind me the world can be beautiful,
And people can be kind, generous, and loving.
Just a sign.
A simple reminder that Life can be good.
That’s all I asked.
All I needed.