collectively gathering change~
late fall early winter
we witnessed a change
during the darkening of our days
as light diminished
transformation began
fascinating to see how
as the light slowly slipped away
so too did the feathers of our girls
one by one
they dropped to the ground
the old being shed
without even a choice
releasing themselves
to such a bare and vulnerable state
yet how they stood of grace
while they endured their transformation
as they awaited their newness
that would soon come to be
i could hardly keep up
with the feathers that were gracing our yard
maybe i am strange
but to me
they are a piece of delicateness
that we do not behold
a symbol of flight
of a journey that once was
unique eachly and rightly so
some laid showing the weatheredness of time
while others seemed as if they were new
never touched or affected by the days that were
how could i not gingerly pick them up
wash them dry them and admire their beauty
we became apart of their cycle
their season that was
i could sense a completion
as the wheel began to turn
interesting that they too take to the shift of seasons
just as we
though ours seems ever so slight
not as apparent to the eyes that are watching
more of a silent transition
that surfaces with time
amazing what nature unfolds
all before our very eyes
Someone Once Said: