~ One Feather ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Would I have known
this evening’s Light would be precise
and so different to the last,
if not for your sense of knowing and your care?
Silence arrived in the whisper of a passing sky.
Go wonder at the miracle of a Swan’s feather
floating in delicate orientation
within cloud drawing gold ink from the Sun.
I saw a single feather held as a Poet’s quill
inscribe a lasting grace
upon the memory of this sweet evening,
in script penned by a wing-tipped wand.
~ Namaste PSJ ~