Poem: Red Bird

Red Bird

The gale force southwest wind’s heat
Had the elm leaves flapping,
The foliage curled,
Protecting itself from the lack of moisture
And a top the tree was a red bird.

His shiny feathers shown as a beacon.
Their candy apple red color signals his presence.
As gleaming as a perfectly ripe fruit on a tree
His gaze searching the grounds
He’s watching over you.

His song erupts as you exit the house.
In excited merry melody he enhances your day.
Watching over you with something special to say,
The red bird from his nest
His unending love wishes your day to be the best.

© September 23, 2011 by Jimmie A. Kepler

Author: Jimmie Aaron Kepler, Ed.D.

Jimmie Aaron Kepler is a full-time writer. He was born in San Antonio, Texas, to a career military father and stay at home mother. He lived in six states and attended eight different schools before graduating high school. He earned a Bachelor of Arts in History with minors in English and Military Science from The University of Texas at Arlington, Master of Arts and Master of Religious Education degrees from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary, as well as the Doctor of Education degree. Before writing full-time, he worked as a US Army officer for 10-years, religious educator for 18-years, and as an IT software application engineer for over 20-years. He is a widower. He lives in North Texas with his cat Lacey.