White Feather

Lifts up, swivels,
Once, twice,
Drawing the perfect arcs
Flowing in the currents of air,
Dips, glides, lands

 

Dancing in a park

 

Caressing a seat of
A swinging swing,
Seeps the joy of the children,
Feeling light

 

Bumps into a bench
Resting, recharging on the
Sweet smell of wood

 

An worn- out notebook,
On the bench
Carefully chosen word,
Form into young, colorful dreams
Across the pages

 

Bidding the owner the best of lucks
Another breeze comes by
Another journey, begins

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Nature poems are great when they are filled with imagery, as this one. Nice flow, as well. I could see the feather wafting down, floating in the wind and landing on the book. Nice poem!

[cheynicole]

wonderful imagery. I can see the park and the fluttering feather.