Yet this downy feather clung somehow in needles, and when the wind lifted and turned it in a green embrace, the sun spun it silver.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Light as a Feather
The wind. Everyone talked about the wind yesterday and again today. A mighty wind, whipping and whining, bending trees and tumbling garbage cans, and knifing through clothes and flesh. A cold and bitter wind.
Yet this downy feather clung somehow in needles, and when the wind lifted and turned it in a green embrace, the sun spun it silver.
Yet this downy feather clung somehow in needles, and when the wind lifted and turned it in a green embrace, the sun spun it silver.
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