FEATHERED DREAM

A shadow falls

on the garden wall

there’s a strum of singing strings

and through the mist of shade and sound

a dove with folded wings

As in a dream

the white bird seems

an old remembered melody

perched there so still

on the garden wall

a strange white feathered song

In shadowed light

a sweet time past

within the heart may fall

Such fragile things

spark memory

a wisp of sound

a haunting song

a feathered dream with folded wings

on a sequestered wall