My imperceivable protector..........

E. Northover

 

A pure white feather floats silently towards the ground

as it lands i pick it up and rest it gently in the palm of my hand

 

perhaps its a delicate fragment from an angels wing

possibly a token of love

or maybe i see it as my own delight in a gentle white feather

 

but as my eyes alight on this fragile plume my spirit spirit lifts

and i have a feeling that my guardian angel is near me and ever watchful

 

i believe this perception will always stay with me

and each time i glimpse a pure white feather

i will offer my thanks to my imperceivable protector..........

Done