Poem: Feather on My Path

Feathers on my path, so soft, so light,
Whispers of the wind, a gentle sight.
They dance on the breeze, they fall and glide,
Each one a secret, a story to hide.

In shades of white, in hues of brown,
They flutter like dreams that never drown.
A trail of moments, a fleeting grace,
Leading me onward, in time and space.

Feathers on my path, a quiet guide,
Through valleys low and mountains, wide.
A symbol of hope, a sign of peace,
In every step, my worries cease.

Each feather a wish, a prayer untold,
A touch of magic in the quiet cold.
And though they vanish, their trace remains,
A path of beauty in sun and rain.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie