To Tomorrow

A. Christine Myers
1 min readOct 2, 2019
digital image © the author

Have you seen where the bird of Tomorrow sings
On a branch of the tree Today —
With his rainbow plumage, his golden wings,
Like the sand where the sunset lay?
With his crest the purple that midnight brings,
All his blue and green — the peacock things
Of the summer at sun’s midday?