I wonder if this unsettled weather
jargogles the ones who wear feathers?
One moment it’s raining
The next one it snows
What will it do next?
Only He knows
I wonder if these birds of the feather
brabble over things like the weather
Or do they just bear it
choosing simply to rest
trusting the Father
to feather their nest?
During my Christmas break we had snow, rain, wind, and fog. The weather switched its expression as quickly as these little birds can move about. I wondered what they felt about this erratic behavior…?
PS – This poem was inspired, in part, by a post I read by a blogger friend I follow… I just love fun “new” words and I love birds! Here is the link*
Feathered Nest Blessings ~ Wendy