Ah a white feather on the ground!
dropped by who without a sound
Were you rustling through the trees
or preening your feathers in a morning breeze
Twigs and dried leaves are your feather's bed
I won't pick it up, but leave it instead
and hope that tomorrow I'll find one that's red
If I get upset, all I have to do is visit your sight.
ReplyDeleteWhy Lucy you'll never know what that means to me..bless your kind heart
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit blue today myself
things of life...things changing that I have no control over..
getting older with all that comes with it
I visit you too for kindness and honesty....I guess we're kinda friends....
This is so very beauitful.
ReplyDeleteOkay Marilyn...your in too
ReplyDeletewant to form a club ;)
I hope the same.
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery,
lovely spirits.
Beautiful photo and poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteI love this one so so so much. The words and the photo. Oh, that white feather is wonderful.
ReplyDelete..a gift, Dogwood
ReplyDeleteLovely little poem,Sue. And I know you don't usually rhyme. I love this! It's a "keeper"!
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