Permission to Be

A flash of redbird in the dreary sky,
visual representation of a return to love,
light approaching if you are ready.

Crimson the color of blood coursing,
fire from the soul
of passion,
to move,
to feel,
to be,
just as you are --
red or blue or dull.

In the wind whipping brown leaves holding on,
be the leaf--
tossed but resolute.

Desire dreams,
long night.
Let the red bird land.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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