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
They are a symbol of new life,
that will soon grace the sky.
Tiny bird feathers make me smile.
What makes you smile this marvelous Monday morning?