Like Feathers, Fly
Where have the years gone-
like soft feathers, they soon fly,
floating in the breeze of life,
fragile, wispy thoughts
to gather in, one by one;
to stroke each with loving care,
smoothing the edges
ruffled in their years of flight;
feathers of our memory.
They fly much faster
as we age; it seems to us
that time has learned a new step
that spins us around
to fast-forward those feathers
that we just held yesterday;
grasped from us so quick
before we could comprehend
their designs and bright colors.
Relish each moment
lest the thief of time stops by
and those feathers fly no more.
Spend time with each one.
Caress the silky texture;
smooth the separated vanes
to flawless beauty
before they are whisked away
with memories- or the soul.
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