Feathered

An old poem, written as inspiration from a friend of the past.

Tendrils hanging down
Feathers that float on the breeze
Drifting and spinning,
The Wind a playful spirit
Fleat and flutter, like that of another,
But only to be what feathers be
The engagement stays,
The dance never strays,
Whisp and Wind,
Beginning to end
To simply be for all to see.

Reviews

[Andy]

Very nice imagery of the dance between wind and feather.

[perfectlymetiKulous]

Beautiful imagery.
Very lovely piece of work.