[Soaring Feather]

Thank you for the kind words.

Yes, Jinx this is where the tree fell. One of the lovely Victorian chairs is totally crushed, the rocker is gone but not forgotten.

The remains of the tree are now gone. It was learned the old pine tree was diseased, termites had taken over. My brother and I measured the girth of the fallen tree, it was 9' around the trunk.

I am thankful I was not out there in that wind storm. There was no damage to any property, garages or home roofs.

[Soaring Feather]

Wrapped in mist
velvet warmth in
tempestous undertow
flood tide bursting
under maddened moon
of pie bald pastels
and gray white ashes
from scorching bones

bentfeather ©

Feeling her color of red
pungent and tangy
alive is a life of love
and a soft smooth wind...

bentfeather©

[snippy_about_it]

a beautiful morning with friends gathered 'round
a poetry place
where good words may be found

for laughter and sharing
red feathers in hats
right next to our foxholes
how convenient is that!


feather dusters that is :)