Watch for Feathers

My daughter tells me about an
experience she had the evening
before; she was told to watch for
feathers. I listen to her story but
dismiss it as foolishness.

An early morning start takes me
into the garden before this day's
intensity of heat. I scout for weeds,
remove a few and determine it is
best to view the flowers as they
stretch for sun.

My husband hands me a bluejay
feather deposited on our front step.
I marvel at this simple gift and
question any hidden message
the bluejay may have left. Somehow
my daughters story does not seem
quite so foolish. I hold the lovely blue
feather in my hand. This is a keeper,
and now sits on my desk.

A butterfly performs a pirouette.
These little notes from nature
are the morning's gift.

Watch for feathers upon your
path and you may also find
hidden meaning, heaven sent
to guide your every footstep.

written by Pauline
copyright July, 2006