like slow snow, feathers fall into her hair.
there is nowhere for them to fall from; above, the clear ache of sky.
and owl and a dove, she thinks, and tries to make it come out: benediction.
meanwhile, white and dun, the feathers keep falling.
like slow snow, feathers fall into her hair.
there is nowhere for them to fall from; above, the clear ache of sky.
and owl and a dove, she thinks, and tries to make it come out: benediction.
meanwhile, white and dun, the feathers keep falling.
Really like this poem! Perfect for a cold day with light blowing snow.
Based on an actual occurrence?
Owl= wisdom, dove=peace.
I *love* "the clear ache of sky." So perfect. So amazing. And congrats on the wonderful reviews! Huzzahs!