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White Feathered Music
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Trumpet notes sound across November sky
announcing the arrival of the swans
White feathered music falls gentle as snow
As trumpeters circle over a pond
Their luminous beauty graces the gray
as living snowflakes on a barren field
My heavy heart lifts at swans’ haunting calls
revelling in how their songs makes me feel
I marvel upon such autumnal flight
It signals that all is not lost on earth
As wars and hate fuel the dropping of bombs
Yet fair feathers fan hope for peace to birth
Soon clouds drop covering of winter wool
Hiding decay of leaves in quilt of white
as we celebrate coming “Prince of Peace”
Whose Presence banishes darkness with Light.
Wendy/2012
Blessings of Light ~ Wendy
PS – I never have a camera in my hand when the swans fly over. On Sunday I did. I love the song they sing.