Fallen Feather

The magic of feathers.

Beat of wing within a sunrise sky,

 heedless of what is breaking free.

Wind will carry a feather falling,

softly giving voice to the earth.

Landing upon a path to meet,

 moment of magic there to greet.

Author's Note

Any comment is welcome.

Reviews

[Chryiss]

This poem has beautiful simplicity. Without any flowery words it generates an ethereal, airy mood that ends on a magical note. While yes, it's about a feather, and the end has the word magic in it, this doesn't mean that poem about a feather with the word magic in it will automatically create that ethereal mood. It was the structure of the lines and phrases themselves that built a melodic, light quality. The ending rhyme was also just perfect. Meet and greet could be considered a "common" rhyme, but somehow you accomplished this in a refreshing, heartwarming way.
Lovely work~!

[Cherrie]

we would plummet to the ground with swiftly approaching doom. So I find we are mesmerized by the breeze gently cradling a feather.
A lovely poem LE.

[Jade]

I really enjoyed this write, has a ryhmatic beat to it, very nicely written