Flurry of feathers
Flamboyant colours fly by
It’s more than pride that puffs her up.
Layers build buffers
between soul and the cold;
in the places where
denial runs up against reality,
is decidedly counter-intuitive.
may make good neighbours,
but they block the very life-giving rays
that her soul most seeks.
It will take all of her courage
to face the cold without feathers,
but only in nakedness can
sun make love to skin;
intimate connectivity with the Light
will dress her more beautifully
than her puffed up profile
fairy-froth in icy court,
fabricated of earth’s tears
and Arctic breath,
to fly fears
to God’s throne.
I’ve never seen frost like this. My husband pushed some snow to break a walking trail, and within hours, the ground was covered with fairy-dust feathers of frost. The atmospheric conditions must be just right to produce such a phenomenon – why did it grow? Why take this feathery form? The mystery and magic have me enthralled…