A 'thank you' to other poets who inspire me with their poems, to ideas I might never have gotten otherwise.
White feathers falling,
When an angel flew close by;
There's nothing up above us,
But I saw him, on the sly.
White downy floaters,
Floating on the sea of air;
In a single eye blink,
I saw him hovering there.
Souvenirs of miracles,
Signs and wonders too:
He knew he lost that feather-
And he said- give it to you.
Patti..It touched me so deeply..I simply love white feathers and many associations are being born in my mind when I see them.This poem is going to take a special place in my hear.You are an inspiration yourself, truly.