Nancy’s Poetry Portal

 

Gray Feather

 

There you are

In all your splendor,

You walk across the sky.

Your feathered head-dress

Fills the dreams

Of dragons as they fly.

 

You reach your tendrils

To the sun,

Releasing just a few,

Creating lace, and cotton candy

Upon the sky of blue.

 

You gather sunbeams

To your tips,

And send them out to me;

And then your laughter

Sings its songs

To her, to him, to me.

 

You change your feathers

Into plumes

That whisper as they go,

Connecting all

The strokes of clouds

From raindrops, and from snow.

 

It's never-ending,

It goes on,

To falter and to fade.

And then you build

A whole new song,

A symphony is made.

 

You drop your tears

Upon the ground.

You share yourself with me.

Then you go on

To other fields,

In laughter and in glee.

 

You build your feathers

Once again;

You build your poofs of might.

You send forth shadows,

And build new dreams,

To change the skies of night.

 

Then in the morn

You play your games,

You march across the sky.

And when you set it all in place,

You catch the wayward eye.

 

It all begins another day;

Another tale is told.

Behold the glory in the sound

Of new secrets that unfold.

 

For here it is, and there you are,

Another feathered sky.

Another wonder to behold,

Another passion high.

 

Nancy Tate

1998

 

 

The New Eagle

 

As foretells the coming of dawn,

The new eagle rose

Over the mountaintops;

Freedom the choice,

Bliss the result.

 

The fledglings test their flight.

A whimper, then the best of happenings.

Soaring, reaching

Far and away;

As far as the imagination can take them.

 

What order of things arises

When wild abandon

Takes over?

Complete and utter ONEness

With the very best

Of life’s treasures.

 

Nancy Tate