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A bird’s soft, breast-feather drifts
with the falling snow
and settles on the fresh layer of white.
The fine feather-wisps curve upward
like cupped hands in meditation
open to the winter silence,
releasing what was,
receiving what is.
The feather welcomes the snow
as it quietly disappears
into a small mound
of gentle acceptance.

Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

Sharon Nelson Arendshorst

Sharon Nelson Arendshorst is a retired RCA pastor living and writing poetry in Holland, Michigan.

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