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
what a delicate gift today… and a good reminder.