Apropos of flight of fancy. I seldom, if at all say, “I love this”. But I love this. The notion, the lyricism, the beauty of simplicity. Good shtufffs!!!
For whatever reason, I am so glad she is using her wings again. I wish her an amazing flight. I have an old fragile “prissy” vase of my great grandmother’s….it is where I keep all the feathers I find. In a tiny delft vase, are feathers from a bluebird, several types of finch, and a couple from various tits. Oh, the birds are so kind to gift us these reminders that if only we would, we could fly.
Oh I love it, the dust on her wings as she considers the wind. I resonate with that bird these days!!! Simply cannot achieve liftoff, too tethered down.
I didn’t know that, Sarah, but on learning of it – my reaction is – well, of course you do! So happy you like this – that is my niece, Kathleen Rose’s hand in the photo, holding a feather she found when walking with her Uncle Bob, and brought to me. Gotta love a child that will gift you with feathers!
I’ve been watching your blog for awhile now, but I don’t think I’ve left a comment before.
That being said, your poem is lovely. It says everything in a very few words. I can see “her.”
Beautiful – thank you.
thecourseofourseasons 
Apropos of flight of fancy. I seldom, if at all say, “I love this”. But I love this. The notion, the lyricism, the beauty of simplicity. Good shtufffs!!!
Thank you so much – that is very high praise – smiles K
I like this. We should all shake off the dust and consider the wind as often as possible.
For whatever reason, I am so glad she is using her wings again. I wish her an amazing flight. I have an old fragile “prissy” vase of my great grandmother’s….it is where I keep all the feathers I find. In a tiny delft vase, are feathers from a bluebird, several types of finch, and a couple from various tits. Oh, the birds are so kind to gift us these reminders that if only we would, we could fly.
and perhaps there is reason for her
to once again use them…smiles.
Ooh, Yes–I love this.
Oh I love it, the dust on her wings as she considers the wind. I resonate with that bird these days!!! Simply cannot achieve liftoff, too tethered down.
Sometimes we just need to “shake the dust” indeed!
🙂
I especially like the thought going into that last line.. there is some deep thoughts in that.. so wonderful
🙂 did you know I have a “bouquet” of crow feathers from my flock that I keep in a little japanese pitcher?
love this little piece, Kathleen
I didn’t know that, Sarah, but on learning of it – my reaction is – well, of course you do! So happy you like this – that is my niece, Kathleen Rose’s hand in the photo, holding a feather she found when walking with her Uncle Bob, and brought to me. Gotta love a child that will gift you with feathers!
the wind as our pen, love it ~ thanks for being a gracious host ~
It has been entirely my pleasure, Grace, thank you
I’ve been watching your blog for awhile now, but I don’t think I’ve left a comment before.
That being said, your poem is lovely. It says everything in a very few words. I can see “her.”
Beautiful – thank you.
Thank you so much – I am happy you have dropped by and hope you will come back. K
the pen is her wings – I like that
Happy you liked it – thanks
very “haikuish” feel to this, even if not strictly a haiku. Beautiful!
Thanks so much, Bryan – I tried messing about with it – counting syllables but it never quite fit.
Hi Kathleen, Wonderful photo and poem. Blessings, Ellen
Thank you, dear Ellen.