Isn’t it a treat?
Spring comes along
and the ground offers presents
when you look close enough to see. I love to find a tiny bird feather.
I wonder from which nest it fell.
I wonder what type of bird it once graced.
I often pick up these little treasures
and bring them home
to rest in a dish,
on a window sill
or table top.
They are delicate
wispy
and tender.
They are a symbol of new life,
outstretched wings
that will soon grace the sky.
Tiny bird feathers make me smile.
What makes you smile this marvelous Monday morning?
you.
you are what makes me happy this monday.
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and you, my dear, make my heart swell.
i love you : )
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