I wasn’t crazy about the “Secrets” poem I had here for dVerse, so I wrote this one to take its place.
Watching the birds, you start gathering…
Bits of paper
Feathers of fallen friends
Brightly colored threads
Smooth stones that nestle
the palm of your hand
Building a nest for all your memories
even the numbers on your mailbox
that replaced your name.
©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs // MW 🙏
For dverse OLN and our host, Bjorn