The Feather

in the greenwood wandering
I came upon the sight
of a new bird, late in winter
bravely taking flight
and then a breath of virgin down
flit dancing from the sky
into my waiting open hand
I cannot but wonder why
the elements upon this day
should have been so kind
to present me this remembrance
a gift upon the wind.

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