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.
