Remembering My Azul

January 14, 2019

I heard a bird chirp in the dark of winter.

A magical thing.

I thought it was Azul.

Trio of Birdhouses on Leafless Lilac Bush.
Photo, V.E.V., December 2019

But no, it wasn't him, for he had long taken flight, spreading his blue wings up into a cloudless sky.


               Thus in the winter

              stands the lonely tree,

                Nor knows what birds

             have vanished one by one. 

             - Edna St. Vincent Millay