single white feather
falls on the new spring grass
dark clouds hang low
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This is both sad and beautiful. Over here in Australia there is folk tradition that sees white feathers as gifts from the angels. When you find one it means the angels are nearby.
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Cool … I like that tradition!
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A mixture of hope and sadness — a lovely write, Georgia.
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🙂
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Pretty!
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A sign of hope despite darkness. Beautiful message, cara. I think you sent some dark clouds here our temps duped diwn a 15 degrees. I’m still searching for that white feather 😉
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Sorry about the dark clouds but the wise man says … hard to find a white feather in the snow 🙂
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I see the feather as a cloud of sorts too.
Feather in My Pocket
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Cool … I haven’t been around yet today …
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A beautiful Haiku.
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Thanks so much Menons!
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This is beautiful. I always look on those lone, shed feathers as a gift. They always seem to have their unique message: the bluebird feather, the ones from the eagle, hawk, blue jay, tiny goldfinch.
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Now … a bluebird feather would be so cool … I’m afraid I usually just get pigeon or at max gull feathers … thanks for your beautiful comment .. a pleasure and yes the single feather (outside of my envious remarks) are truly a gift.
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A perfect concoction of hope and sadness… 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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