Fallen Feather - Quintessential Quill

Mmm description, imagery - lengthy, no denying it, but I enjoyed writing this piece.

While strolling matted grass of long worn path
a slender feather drifted down air's stairway,
-through halo framing fallen autumn leaves-
into my line of sight, settling at my feet.
There in a moment forever frozen in time
my mind began to nurse a dream that she
might release the words of her inner scratching-
that quill had long desired to birth and write.

Clouds became victims of storm's raging -
pleading heart-wrenching tales of their flight
as a pitiful desparado fleeing injustice.
Every bloom spoke of their secret hopes -
colorful affairs with a "handsome blade yonder".
Reality and imagination - they were the same -
both were mine merging as one to feed
the voracious appetite of my starving pen:

The trees wailed the loss of their clothes;
lamented the pigments now draping the dirt.
Streams ceased their joyful bubbling
-uttering their last sound in resigned sigh-
as the cold unpacked considerable luggage,
preparing the frosty reception of winter's arrival.
I felt, heard whispering and drifting breezes
usher wanderer onto the road once again.

Saw faces speak, unknown countenances weep,
though without an uttered word, or slipping tear.
Befriended a mankind that I knew not existed;
learned of sensitivity touching and deep,
where once stood mere wallflowers invisible.
The world slowed the whirl of rushing pace,
God uncovered his gigantic magnifying glass -
for before unseen, was revealed to my eyes blind.

Will you, let me, unveil the globe as never known?
May I remove the film marring your vision?
The waves will not cease their gnawing froth
though you refuse and deny their foam molding.
History continues to weave its report of universe
though you may endeavor to leave such unwritten.
Come, inhale the scent and scene of beck'ning day -
in chinked flaws, there is also stunning beauty.