Feather

Shall we speak as though we will go on forever?
I saw a feather
Borne on a summer’s breeze.
It did please
Me
To see
So carefree
A thing
Dance on the balmy air.

The breeze became a gale,
Then came the hail.
The feather
Was by the tempest tossed
And forever
Lost
In that passing storm.

Kevin Morris

The poem is copyright and is part of the author’s new collection of poetry “My Old Clock I Wind”, to be published in June 2017. You can read our interview with Kevin Morris here.

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