January's blues

 

snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers

my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers

pine and fir trees weave their green lushness

lifting my spirits from gloom donning black feathers

sundial casts a long graceful shadow   

while crescent moon rises with single feather

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word count, with the given word, LIFT.   Thank you for your comments and visits.

Feathers from different folks

I.

sun is a harsh pillar of salt
while the moon is a white cross
you bear between faint heartbeats
& featherless shoulders

II.

scars on where your breasts
were are red still, but you are regal
a queen with baby hair
needing no peacock feathers 


III.

hope is a bubble 
without feathers, soaring with sea-
gulls, light as tumbleweed


IV.

your touch is feather 
as you kneel down with a ring-
my heart, a river of joy
as sun drips, slow as candle wax
the golden light, warm as honey    




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- It's OpenLinkNight.   Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. A "feathery" post for the Poetics I missed last Tuesday.