White Feathered Music


White Feathered Music


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.


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.