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?
may i ask you a question? 
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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