Good morning from the Lakeside Deck ~ I’m looking out my windows this morning . . . I see ~

grey skies and open spaces
sentry trees standing

in cold crisp air

everything appears simple and wide

new year’s winter stillness

lays bare over land

and there I noticed

a small white feather floating down from up high

like a falling gentle first snow
slowly
floating through thick cold air

just a “wee” fluff of a feather

coming down through multitude of layers
in between blackened tree branches

softly landing

all nestled on top of cinnamon ground cover

decked out in burnt amber browns
like a feather cap pinned to leaves

I wonderded outloud where had the feather came from?

I looked tree high and to above sky
to see if I could find its origin source

no rushing squirrels or birds on the brances or in flight

like from heaven, out of no where
like snow falling from the brutal sky

finding only sunlight shining and not a cloud to be found

it wasn’t meant to be known

truly just this one day’s glorious gift

and I was here to see!