A Feather [a mirror poem] On this, a day of perfect weather, Against the pale blue sky - a feather Streak of white as clouds pass by, Appears as sketched from artist’s eye After which the canvas clears When in the noonday sky appears, Imaginary shapes portray A moving picture, vast array As if to entertain and show The world – a ceaseless, timeless flow ~ ~ ~ The world – a ceaseless, timeless flow As if to entertain and show A moving picture, vast array Imaginary shapes portray When in the noonday sky appears, After which the canvas clears Appears as sketched from artist’s eye Streak of white as clouds pass by, Against the pale blue sky - a feather On this, a day of perfect weather Julie A. Dickson
