What Joy Can There Be In Parting?
~A poem by Melissa Dowland; images by Mike Dunn
The bluebird perched on the branch
right in front of me.
I could see his sharp beak,
his rusty breast,
his snow-white belly.
Then he turned
And became a dazzle of blue
as he flew between the trees
and out of sight.
What joy there can be in parting.