Winter Writings: Day 63

Windblown feather
Abandoned and lost to the sand
Tattered and torn, wet and bedragled.
So lonely for the blue sky freedom
on the wings of a sea bound gull.
Yet even in your fall from graceful flight
You maintain the beauty born of wind and clouds
and the thrill of soaring over distant lands and seas,
Where you skimmed the waves with sun-kissed wings
and challenged gravity while seeking heaven.
Even now, you sing of life beyond
as you blow across the sand
Seeking, always, to rejoin the sky.