A Fallen Feather – Shards Of DuBois

 

We walk hand in hand for a bit,

stopping at the sight of a butterfly,

green and blue, cousin to a hummingbird,

nosing around the amethyst cones.

Drips of pine scented stillness

fell lightly encircling our pause,

His hand squeezing mine tenderly,

His thoughts easily unspoken.

The rock I chose to rest upon,

cold and slipping dead leaves,

an anchor to my lonely drift,

soaking through my bones.

He lets go to speak to a Blue Jay,

it chatters ceaselessly making no sense,

bringing back a fallen feather,

He lets it fall at my feet.

I reach for it foolishly,

His eyes warm,

saying she’s flown,

soaring,

just beyond my aching grasp.

 
 
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4 responses to “A Fallen Feather – Shards Of DuBois

  1. vishalbheeroo

    Beautifully interwoven words with a twist. Poems are always a welcome change from the routine life.
    Cheers
    Vishal

  2. Thank you Bruce!! beautiful picture you added too!!! 🙂

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